Warnings:Chapter contains a homosexual incestual relationship and sexual content between two women. If you don't like it, don't read it.

Rating: M

Summary:. What happens when she gets her wish and Tegan finds herself in an alternate reality where Sara is her girlfriend, and not her sister? Will be a LONG fic, updated often.

A/N: I know this is technically 50 mins late cause I said I'd try to update daily, but I hope the content and length make up for the tardiness. So happy to finally have the storyline starting. Thanks to everyone who reviewed. This one hasn't been Beta-ed because I know some of you were waiting eagerly for it. Well, enjoy. Keep the reviews coming, and PM if you so wish.

Disclaimer: COMPLETELY FICTIONAL!

Chapter 4- Is This a Dream?

Sara's POV

I felt the frustration coming off Tegan in waves. I knew it so well. I've lived with that frustration for decades. I hate to say that it was a comfortable feeling for me, but it was. I closed my eyes and took in a breath that caused butterflies in my stomach. I reached out and brushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

"I know it sucks, but there's nothing we can do about it." I said.

I leaned in and kissed her forehead, closing my eyes as my lips pressed tightly to that warm flesh. I took in a shaky breath and lingered, before slowly pulling away, looking into Tegan's eyes, searching them for some kind of understand. I found none, just heaps of frustration. She looked like she was going to punch a hole in the wall. I kissed her cheek, hoping to calm her. I felt her drop her head into my neck. I lowered my head to kiss her neck, right below her hairline.

"I'll always love you Tegan. Nothing will ever change that. Nothing has ever changed that."

She nodded against my neck in silent understanding. I took one more deep breath and ran my hands down her arms, taking both her hands in mine. I had to get her mind off of this.

"How about we curl up in bed and watch those movies?" I proposed.

She nodded, sniffling, tears still falling. I leaned in, framing her cheeks with my hands and gently brushing away each tear with my thumbs. I can't take this. She's so upset. I can't stand seeing her like this. It makes me want to open up her chest, slide in, and just fix whatever's wrong. I can feel her shaking. She needs to sleep, I know this. I slide back down to take her hands and start to stand up, gently tugging her up with me. I wrap my arms around her in a tight hug.

"I hate it when you're like this. I just want to fix it."

She nods. She hasn't said anything since the yelling match. I let go of her for a moment, and walk over to the bag of movies, picking it up and nodding my head towards the bedroom. She follows, dragging her feet.

Tegan's POV

I can't take this. Today's been an emotional roller coaster. I just want to kiss her and never stop. I just want to feel her slide inside of me, claiming me as her own. I want to be taken by her. My mind is still trying to find a way for us to be together. I feel my eyes flutter closed as I walk with her, towards her room like a zombie. I can't stop crying. I'm so tired. At least I'll get to curl up to her. That sounded like the best idea ever. Just the thought of falling asleep, snuggled into her did more for me than actually snuggling with anyone else did. Sara led me to the bed, where just hours earlier I was jumping, trying to annoy her. How quickly things change. I let myself let go of her, and fall face first on the bed. Sara sighs, rubbing my back before walking over and putting the bag of movies on her long dresser, which was homed on the wall opposite to the headboard.

"I'm going to grab the TV."

I groaned, and heard her leave. I lifted my head and huffed, before taking off my shoes and socks. I stood and peeled off my shorts, then unsnapped my bra, slid it off, and added it to my pile of clothes, before slipping under the covers, putting my head on the pillow and closing my eyes. Just as I started to doze, my phone rang from the pocket of my shorts. I whimpered, but reached lazily over the edge of the bed, and pulled it out.

Lindsey.

I answered, my head never leaving the pillow.

"Hey Linds."

"Hey. Oh man, you sound beat. How was the flight?"

"Fine. Sara and I are just gonna watch a movie. What you up to?"

"Tegan, we have to talk. I…I"

"You've been cheating on me with Kaki."

"What? How did you…"

I cut her off "I walked in on you two when she was staying with us."

"Why didn't you say anything?"

"I thought I could deal."

"Tegan, I am so sorry. I never meant to hurt you."

I closed my eyes and took a shallow breath, nodding even though I knew she couldn't see me. "I know."

"Tegan, we have to break up. I mean, I'm breaking up with you."

My mind screamed one thing: no! If I couldn't be with Sara, I wanted to be with Lindsey.

"No! Lindsey, it's okay. I'll get over it. I can't lose you. I don't care who you're sleeping with."

"Tegan, I can't. I'm in love with Kaki. I'm sorry, but it has to be this way."

"I'm so fucking tired of everyone saying that! FUCK!"

I hung up and closed my eyes tightly, more angry than upset. I grit my teeth, when Sara popped her head back in the room, TV in hand. She was struggling, but got it onto the dresser with one big lug. She took a deep breath then looked at me.

"Who was that?"

"Lindsey. She broke up with me."

Sara froze, and then her face dropped.

"Tegs, I'm so sorry."

I shrugged and felt the sting of tears.

"I'll be fine."

I crossed my arms as Sara turned back around, fumbling with the bag of movies.

"Well, I've got the cure for all of this. A little escapism." She mumbled, then pulled out the stack, turning back to me and leaning back on the dresser.

"What do you want to start with?" she asked.

Sara opened the first movie case.

"What the…?" she exclaimed.

She held up the disc, in pieces.

"What the fuck happened?"

"Oh shit, I musta closed the closet door on them when I was getting your puffer."

Sara opened the others, holding pieces up. For some reason I found this whole thing hilarious and burst out laughing. It was needed after such a depressing day. I laughed so hard, no sound came out. Then Sara caught the bug, and started laughing too. She tossed the pieces of the discs over her shoulder, and kicked off her shoes, coming over and crawling into bed with me. She wrapped her arms around my neck as we laughed together. I pulled her in close, wrapping mine around her waist and leaning my forehead against hers. My laughs soon turned into cries as I broke down in her arms. She stopped laughing and pulled me in close.

"Oh Tegan, I'm so sorry. Today's been really shitty for you."

I nod and just keep desperately taking in her smell, her feel, her heat. Those long, lazy strokes up and down my back eased the tension. I was so warm. It was so warm with her under the covers. It felt so good.

"I don't have anyone. I'm not like you Sara, I can't just be alone." I choked out. "I don't have Lindsey, I can't have you. I fucking hate this. It's killing me. I just want to move to Siberia and spend my life snuggling with you. I don't want anything else. Not our career, nothing. I just want you so badly. I wish we weren't sisters. You have no idea how badly I wish we weren't, so we could be together."

"Be careful what you wish for Tegan."

She ran her hand through my longer, hair that was the exact same colour as hers and looked right into my eyes with her own.

"You will always have me." She took my hand and placed it over her chest. I could feel her heartbeat kiss my palm through the alabaster flesh. "No matter where we are, no matter who I'm with, or who you're with, no one will have me so completely. You hear me? You've got me Tegan."

I nod as she pulls me in close again.

"You know why I stayed with Emy so long?"

I shook my head. I had always thought it was because they were madly in love. What I wrong? Sara nuzzled her cheek against mine and whispered in my ear.

"I had such a hard time saying goodbye to someone that reminded me so much of you. That's the reason I started seeing her in the first place. She kind of looks like you, y'know? And when she was gone, I was so broken. I thought that I had said goodbye to the closest thing I'd ever have to you. I never in a million years dreamed that we could be like we are right now. I know it's not enough for you Tee, but it's more than I ever thought I'd get. So much more."

Things started making sense now. Now that I think about it, Emy does kind of look like me. Suddenly I understood the parts of Sara I could never comprehend. This was the final piece of the puzzle.

"I never read anything online about us, because I was afraid. The fans, they pay so close attention to us. Every time I wrote a song about you, I'd spend months trying to change it so it was a vague as possible, so no one could ever figure out my secret. But they've caught on Tee. The first time I read something, I stopped. I stumbled upon this Tumblr account that takes every statement, every picture, every lyrics that points to our relationship and posts it on the internet. It scared me shitless, and I hope mom hasn't found it."

I gulped. Will it ever happen? Will we ever be together? I really couldn't do this anymore, I leaned in and my lips found hers. Neither one of us moved as the electricity shot through us like poison in our veins. When we both couldn't back away, I glided my lips over Sara's. They felt like cashmere on a cold night. She kissed me back gently and I wound my arms around her. Our lips danced, gliding and dragging over each other. It was magic. I saw stars, I saw the room spin, I saw perfection. When I see kisses in movies, I always imagine that kissing should feel like they make me feel when they happen in movies. Then when I actually kiss someone, it just never lives up. Just like in dreams. Thinking back to the fateful wet dream that started all of this, I can't help but compare the two. But this, this sensation, this feeling, I felt like I was outside my body. I was numb from head to toe. This was so much more than the movie kisses and the wet dream. I let myself dive into it, and I wanted more. I deepened the kiss from a soft, gentle, gliding to the crashing of waves against Sara's lips. I gently got on top of her, straddling her.

Sara's POV

As much as my brain screamed to stop, my heart wouldn't let me. Even after losing every battle to date, my heart has finally won the war. If this is what it's like to be with Tegan, I can't say no. I can't push it away and supress it anymore. I've had a taste, and now I'm craving every bite. As she mounts me, I feel her hands glide under my shirt to rub my tummy. She deepens the kiss as she floods all my senses. I moan into her mouth as her hands contact the skin of my midriff. I run both my hands into her hair, taking a firm grip at the roots, and gently tugging it. I feel her body shiver. I lick her lips, asking for entry. It's granted without hesitation and I let my tongue explore hers. My body is lifting itself to meet hers. I am so in love with her. My entire form is pins and needles, on fire, lit up, ready to go. But something stops me. I can feel her sway from her position, then she starts to shake. I pull back from the kiss, and she tries to continue it, put I gently press my palms to her shoulders and push away.

"Stop, Tegan, you're shaking."

"I am?"

I nod and take hold of her wrist, gently pulling her back down to the bed. She curls her head on my chest. I kiss her forehead, hugging her tightly, hoping to stop the shaking.

"You really need to sleep."

She sighs and nods. I give her forehead another kiss before letting go of her and sitting up. I undo my jeans and shimmy out of them. I toss them on the floor, adding them to Tegan's pile of clothes before unclasping my bra, and sliding it off from under my shirt. That joined my jeans in the pile, as I felt a warm hand slip under the back of my shirt and gently rub the newly exposed skin of my mid-back. It felt like home. She was calling me home. I smiled and laid back down, letting her slip the hand out from under my shirt so I could lay on my back. She curled onto my chest and I wrapped her up in my arms. She hugged me tightly, resting her head on my chest, between my breast and collarbone. I felt her let out a happy sigh.

"Sara, I'm going to be with you, one way or another."

I smiled and let out a soft chuckle that she felt more than heard. "I know you are. You've always been the stubborn one. We'll figure this out."

Tegan switched positions so she could look up at me.

"You mean…?"

"What has mum always told us about making big decisions?"

Tegan did her best impression of mum, which is much better than mine. "Never make a big life decision without having slept on it."

I chuckled and ran a hand through Tegan's now greasy hair. I gently scratched her scalp and felt her sigh happily as she laid her head back down on top of my chest.

"We'll find a way… tomorrow. Sleep now. I love you Tegan Quin." I kissed the top of her head.

She turned back up to face me. "I love you too Sasa. Goodnight." Tegan kissed my lips gently, a perfect kiss goodnight. She put her head back down for a final time. I could still feel the kiss linger on my lips.

I could feel her heartbeat on my side. Trying to commit every move, every beat, every breath to memory, I focused on her form that was very quickly drifting off to sleep. I kept massaging her scalp, knowing how she loved the feeling. I missed doing this. I used to do it when we were kids. She has mum do it. I sigh, trying to sort out our whole situation in my mind. Maybe we could move away, to somewhere that was accepting of our relationship. Would I ever be a musician again? Did I care? I would pull used chewing gum off the bottoms of public park benches if it meant I could be with her. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

Before that kiss, I was sure I could keep supressing the feelings; that I wanted her, but could be fine on my own. But after that will-breaking kiss…I'm not so sure anymore. I feel so solid with her in my arms like this. I feel her breathing slow as she falls into a deeper sleep. Her arms feel so soft under the light rubbing of my hand, and I snake one under her shirt and up her back, letting it caress the warm skin.

Looking down at Tegan she looks so peaceful, and despite my wanting to stay up, I was still weak, and tired. I let my eyes close, tightened my hold around her, one hand still under her shirt, plastered against her skin. I snuggled down and yawned, letting myself slowly drift off.

I woke up, in a strange bed, in a strange room.

"What the fuck?" as confused as I was, I quickly opened my eyes to see what was happening. But as the fog cleared, I could feel what was happening more than I could see it. Someone was on top of me, riding me hard.

"OH FUCK!" I moaned, as my cunt throbbed. Whoever it was, was really good at this. I rolled my head back and hissed at the intensity. My stomach was in my throat, every muscle clenched, my skin was crawling in goosebumps, and glistening with sweat. My heart exploded inside of my chest. Wait, did I have a…?

I opened my eyes again, and looked down. My vision came into focus. Nope, the appendage was bright blue. I'd had strap-on sex before, but this felt so different, and there were no straps. I could swear something was inside of me…hitting my sweet spot. I had been the only one able to find it so far. Holy shit am I glad that changed. The blue dildo was deep inside the person riding my knees to a buckle. Who the fuck was riding me? My eyes roamed up to a taut stomach, also glistening with sweat. My hands moved to the woman's hips, and traveled up her sides with my eyes. I couldn't help my hips bucking, trying to contribute to the mix. Her moans increased. That was driving me wild, sending shocks to my eager core. My eyes kept traveling up. She had the most gorgeous rack on her. My hands covered both breasts, and gently squeezed, massaging them.

"Fuck, Sara! Don't stop. Fuck me!"

TEGAN? My eyes traveled the rest of the way up, and locked on her face. I didn't have time to respond, as she rode me harder. I could feel the pull against my G-spot every time she took me fully into her, and again as she pulled off. I felt my walls start to close tightly. I looked down to our connecting point, watching as I slipped in and out of her, before I couldn't help my head rolling back.

I looked back up, this time into her face. It was contorted in pure pleasure. Her eyes were shut, her head thrown back and she was moaning so loudly. I watched as she bit her bottom lip, labaret and all. I whimpered from the intensity. My clit throbbed, my walls pulsated, this was tortured amazingness. I slowly sat up, and guided my hands up her back. She moaned, as I pushed into her deeper from this different angle. When I was seated, I had her in my lap. She was still riding me. I kissed her fiercely. I lost all bodily sensation, as I was sent to the moon. She whimpered against my lips, and I held her tighter. She wrapped her legs around my lower back, pulling me in as deep as she could. I held her up, hugging her tightly. Our naked, sweaty bodies were firmly pressed against each other. I felt her hard nipples against mine, and our bodies slid against each other, slick with moisture. I ran my lips across hers, as I felt her legs tighten, her heels digging into my back. I broke the kiss to shudder. I gently pulsated inside of her, just barely moving. She dropped her head to my shoulder, as I felt her body shake.

"Oh my god. Sara, I'm gonna come. Keep doing that. Don't stop. Right there"

She squeezed her face tightly and I kissed her neck, keeping the motion up. Her hands tightened behind my neck and she was inhaling sharply, nearly gasping with each breath. I felt every muscle in her body stiffen. Her walls were squeezed tightly, making each mini thrust meet with more resistance, causing whatever was hitting my G-spot to hit it harder. I kissed her pulse point and reveled in the feeling of her heartbeat kissing me back through the vein and skin. My breathing became more ragged. Tegan let go, her orgasm ripping through her. She screamed and dug her nails into my back. I felt each quiver from her inside of me, and I stopped moving, tensing, as my release hit me. I whimpered and shook. I could still feel Tegan's orgasm. It was driving me wild. I could feel her love. How could anything feel so damn good? Everything tingled, my mind clouded, I was lightheaded and seeing spots. My body felt like it was melting into honey. I'd been going off for a solid minute, when I felt the pulses coming from Tegan slow to a stop. I felt tears on my neck as gentle, peck kisses covered the back of my hairline to my jaw, down to my collar bone. I shook one last time, my mouth agape, and finally the last wave crashed. Tears rolled down my face as I collapsed in Tegan's arms. My body was completely, pleasantly numb. I felt drunk, my limbs heavy. She cradled me against her and kept kissing me. I cried into the crook of her neck, and hooked my arms under her armpit, bringing them up hug her with my hands on her shoulder blades. I sniffled as she rubbed my back. She whispered in my ear.

"You okay?"

"I nodded and quickly loosened my grip to meet her face to face with a hard kiss. I ran my nails along her scalp as my fingers tangled in her hair. I kissed her with everything I had. Unfortunately, I was still out of breath so I had to let our lips disconnect to catch it. I smiled, and let out a small chuckle as her thumb brushed away one of my tears. I returned the favour, and she whispered to me again.

"Was I worth the wait?" she asked.

I chuckled and nodded, then leaned in to peck her lips.

"Every second"

"There's a lot of seconds in 19 years." She chuckled.

Tegan's POV

I've never come at the same time as someone. That was so invigorating. Sara cried. SARA cried. I let myself rest against her, as I try to recover. Sara's still catching her breath. How the hell had this all happened? Was I dreaming? I didn't think so. I never get to come in my dreams. I always wake up just before. I don't break the hug as I ask her.

"Is this a dream?"

"I don't know."

She's drawing lazy circles on my back. It feels nice, but I wish she would… . As if reading my mind, Sara's fingers slipped back into my hair an gently massaged my scalp. I love this. It's nice when mum does it, but it's totally different when Sara does it. Her fingers are slender, and I can feel her guitar callouses.

"I think I'd be awake right now if it was." I mention, then exhale into a lip roll.

"Yea, it doesn't really seem…dream-y."

I can still feel her inside of me, I feel so full. I smile, wrap my arms around her neck, and kiss her cheek.

"I love the feeling of you inside of me" I whisper.

I feel her blush and let out a shy smile. It makes me smile wider. She's so cute when she's shy.

"No one's ever made love to me like that Sare. Ever."

She sighed "I know what you mean. That's the first time I've…umm, come with someone else."

"WHAT? You mean?"

She nodded and I kissed her shoulder gently.

"I'm glad I was your first."

"So am I. that was so intense Tegan. You, you're…wow."

I chuckle at the compliment and pull away, dropping a kiss on her nose.

"And you, love get that anytime you want it."

"Anytime?"

I laugh, remembering it's Sara we're talking about and she had the sex drive of a 14 year old boy.

"If you make love like that, you can wake me up at 2am if you want. Trust me, minding will be the furthest thing from my mind." I mention.

She laughs and sighs happily.

"Where are we anyways?" She asks.

We both look around the room. The bed we were in was made of what looked like solid oak. It was a grown up bed. Something you'd find in a parent's bedroom. It was really high, and the mattress seemed comfortable, not that I had much of a chance to try it out.

"Hey Sara, how comfortable is the mattress?"

She narrowed her eyes at me "Vixen"

I smiled, and continued to look around the room. We were currently tangled in crisp, clean sheets. They were really soft. There was a light comforter on the bed, a deep purple colour. There were end tables on either side of the bed. One had a computer on it, an iPod alarm clock with what looked like and iPod in it, a watch, and a couple guitar picks. I looked over to the other and saw a huge stack of books, a pair of reading glasses, a box of Kleenex, and a puffer. I saw the puffer had a label on it and reached over, forgetting about my connection to Sara. She audibly winced and I quickly grabbed the puffer, and shot back to my upright position, wincing at her face.

"Sorry. Are you okay?"

She nodded and took a deep breath, shaking it off. I read the name on the puffer.

"Well, wherever we are, at least you remembered your puffer."

I handed the tiny console over to Sara and let her read it. My eyes traveled to take in the rest of the room. There was a large window, with the curtains drawn, but sunlight shown around the edges. My attention went back to read the alarm clock. 10:00am. It was morning? I looked back around and saw two closets, two dressers, and an open bathroom door. Bathroom. My bladder let itself be known. I put both my hands on her chest lovingly.

"Sare, I've got to pee."

She nodded and put the inhaler down. I was going to pull off of her, but she beat me to the punch, holding me close and flipping me onto my back. She captured my lips and kissed me gently. I kissed her back, letting myself get lost in the sensation of her lips against mine. She slowly inched out, until the entire length was in the open, my juices glistening on it. She broke the kiss and I smiled up at her.

"Thanks."

She gave me a peck "No problem."

She rolled off of me, onto her back, the blue dildo somehow inside of her, yet standing at attention. I gave her a kiss on the cheek and hopped off the bed, walking over and into the bathroom. I flicked the light on, and went over to sit on the toilet. I looked around the room as my bladder emptied. Two sinks. One was neat, showcasing a toothbrush, toothpaste, floss, a contact case, deodorant and some hair product. The other was clean, but disheveled, holding various makeup, hair products, like 3 toothbrushes, a couple flavours of tooth brush, and a straightener. I looked just like when Sara and I used to share a bathroom in mum's house. And whoever was the messy one uses the same stuff I do. Who lives here? They must love baths because there's a big, deep Jacuzzi tub in here. There's also a shower with a glass door.

Sara's POV

I let myself melt into the bed. It's possibly the most comfortable piece of furniture I've ever been on. I sigh happily. I hear a phone ringing, and look over to where it was coming from. It was the iPod on the other side of the bed. It must be an iPhone. I crawl over and pick it up. Should I answer? Who's phone is this? Maybe It'll answer some of my questions. I answer it.

"Hello?"

"Sara! It's so good to hear your voice."

"Mum! You have no idea how happy I am to hear YOUR voice!"

Mum chuckled on the other line.

"Always good to hear. Is Tegan around?"

"Yeah, she's just in the bathroom."

"Okay. Do you two have plans for today?"

I don't even remember where I am or how I got here, how could I have plans?

"No, I don't think so." I reply

"Good, I'm bringing you two lunch. I'll be at your place in 20 minutes."

"Mum, I don't know…"

"Sorry sweetie, I have to go. See you soon. Give Tegan a kiss for me."

"But mum…"

Too late, she'd hung up. I put the phone back on the alarm clock. Give Tegan a kiss? Why would mum ask me to do that? Did she know? How did she find out when we'd only JUST found out ourselves last night? Tegan's phone? Tegan had a Blackberry, not an iPhone. This was confusing. A tug on the dildo brought me back from me questions. I looked down and Tegan had her hand wrapped around the base of the thing, and was gliding it out. I let out a moan as I felt my walls try to suck it back in. One of Tegan's hands massaged the inside of one of my thighs, as she gently sucked and kissed the other one. My hips raised off the bed. The dildo popped out, and I moaned loudly. That felt so good. Tegan held it still, but kissed her way up my body, gliding lips and tongue over my stomach, between my breasts, up my neck, and landed a soft, quick kiss on my face before straddling my stomach. I could feel her wetness against my skin. My eyes fluttered shut.

"What is this thing? This place is so weird." She said.

I looked up and got my first look at the toy outside of both of our bodies. It was a rounded L-Shape. The end that was inside of me was stout and bulbous, while the bottom of the L was phallic, with a defined head. It looked really odd. Not that I cared. It felt really good. I never thought I'd be able to fuck a woman, and actually feel what I did with it. I could feel all the changes in Tegan's physiology. Tegan examined it, turning it in her hand.

"It's called a Feeldoe" she informed me.

"How do you know that?"

"It says so here"

She showed me the tiny lettering, textured into the silicone. I remembered the phone call.

"Oh, mum called. She said she was bringing us lunch, and would be at my place in an hour."

"An hour? How did she get to Montreal so quickly?"

"I don't know, but I think she knows about us Tegan. She told me to kiss you for her."

I watched as Tegan's eyes bugged out.

"Shit. Well, we might have dodged a bullet, because I have no idea where we are, or how to get back to your place."

"Maybe we should have a look around, see if we can find out who lives here? Maybe they're out in the living room."

"Tegan, did we have sex at someone else's house? That's so trashy."

I shrugged.

"You didn't mind five minutes ago."

She stuck her tongue out at me "Haha, you're so funny."

I put the toy down on the end table. It was dry now. I took Sara's hand and pulled her up, off the bed.

"We should get dressed and explore."

I searched the floor for our clothes, but it was bare. There was just a rug over hard wood.

"Sara, where are our clothes?"

I watched as Sara looked around and shrugged. She walked over to the dresser and opened it, I folloed, peering over her shoulder. There were panties and bras in the one drawer, a couple pairs of boyshorts. They looked a lot like what Tegan liked to wear. She closed it and the next drawer was full of Band Tees.

"I think I'd get along with this person. I don't think they'll mind."

I reached around Sara and grabbed a pair of the boyshorts, not caring to wear a bra. I slipped them on as Sara walked over to the other dresser, opening it. I saw her pull on a pair of PJ bottoms, and a long sleeve waffle knit out of the corner of my eye as I found a pair of sweat pants, and a Paramore T-Shirt.

"These people have good taste, eh?" Sara called over to me, walking closer.

I nodded and finished getting dressed. I kissed her cheek and patted her side.

"C'mon, lets go see who's home."

I took her hand and lead her out of the room. I tiptoed on the cool surface of the hardwood. The bedroom they had been in was at the end of the hall. There were a few other doors in the hallway. We walked down the hallway to an open concept room. To our left was a large kitchen. It was dark red with black marble countertops and dark oak cabinets. There was an island that matched the counters in the middle and a large dining table to the right. Between the eating area and the cabinets there was a sliding door. I walked over to it, peering out. It looked familiar. I knew where we were.

"Sara, we're in BC."

"BC?"

"Look at the mountains. And it's raining, where else could we be."

"How did we get to BC?"

I shrugged and kept looking around. Directly in front of me was what looked like an entrance. The front door was simple, and there were windows on either side. I turned around and walked to my right. This was the living room. It was warm and inviting. A fireplace was on the wall facing me, a TV on the mantle. There was a big U shaped, brown leather couch and a coffee table. But what caught my attention were the picture on the walls. I let go of Sara's hand and walked over. They were picture of us! And they were everywhere. Sara and I at a carnival, a wedding, me kissing her cheek at her 25th birthday. Wait, the cake only said "Sara". Happy birthday "Sara". We've never had our own birthday cakes. I never kissed her on her cheek at her birthday party, OUR birthday party.

"This is giving me the wiggins. These people are obsessed with us."

Sara froze.

"Tegan, what if we were kidnapped by rabid fans?"

I swallowed hard but kept exploring. I found a shelf with a record player, and a bunch of vinyl. All of our vinyl releases were amidst them. I gulped.

"Maybe we were drugged and brought to this house. They forced us to sleep together so they could tape it. Maybe we're being watched right now." Sara guessed, grabbing my arm and looking around for cameras. I hate to admit it, but I was starting to think she was right. I eased away from her and walked back into the kitchen.

"Either way I'm hungry. Want something?"

"How can you eat at a time like this?"

I opened the fridge and pulled out the carton of eggs and a few other ingredients.

"Do you want something or not?"

I looked over at her as she nodded. She went to explore the cupboards as I started on the eggs, finding a pan and firing up the stove. Sara of course had found coffee.

"At least the people who kidnaped us know their coffee."

"Well, we know they're not trying to kill you."

She chuckled and stuck her tongue out at me as I chopped the vegetables.

"These marble counter tops are great. Remind me to get these at my place."

Sara was in a daze, staring at the French press. I chuckled, she really would die without coffee. She had just poured herself a cup when the phone in the room rang again. She turned to me.

"Oh, that iPhone in the bedroom is yours by the way."

I dropped the knife and ran into the bedroom. I threw myself over the bed and grabbed it, answering it.

"Hello?"

"Tegan! It's Lindsey."

Tegan's jaw tensed at the name.

"What do you want?"

"Easy venom, Emy and I just want to confirm for tonight."

"What's tonight"

"Emy, I told you they'd forget! Not such a bad Idea I called know, huh?"

"Lindsey, what's tonight?"

"Dinner. We planned it last week. Double date."

"Double date? With who?"

"Me, you, Emy, and Sara." She replied

"I thought you broke up with me."

Lindsey laughed "Like I'd ever try to date you! Sara would kill me. Anyways, see you tonight."

She hung up.

"Lindsey? Lindsey?"

Damnit. I opened the contacts on my phone and flipped through. I found Sara's Cell number. Why was it a 604 number? Sara lived in Montreal. I kept scrolling and found "Home" I dialed it and heard a landline ring inside the house. Why was the number to this place labeled "Home"? I hung up, then called Sara's cell. I heard it ringing a few rooms over. I got up, and walked out. I was in the hallways and followed it to the door of the first room on my right. I knocked, in case anyone was in there. No answer. I cracked the door open and slowly opened it. The room was lavish. The walls were lined in bookshelves. When I say lined, I mean I couldn't see an inch of bare wall. There was no open space for a single book. It was packed. There was a large, mahogany desk in the far corner of the room with a big leather chair. A Macbook sat on top of the desk with a bottle of fine scotch and a few glasses. There was also a sitting area with a couch there were a couple amps, a few keyboards, and at least 10 guitars, all different.

It looked like a midlife crisis room. A mix of a musician, and a middle aged man's paradise. Sara would love this room. It was so her. The ringing phone was atop the coffee table in front of the couch. I walked up and grabbed it. It was an iphone too.

I looked at the screen.

It read: 1 missed call: Tegan

There was a picture of Sara and I kissing, with smiles on our face. Why the hell did Sara have this in her phone?

I walked out of the room. This was all so strange. I kept walking, right back into the kitchen where Sara was now putting the eggs and bacon on plates. She was still facing the stove, and was doing the cute thing she does when she's cooking. She's propped one foot up on the adjoining leg's knee. I slither up behind her silently and wrap my arms around her waist, resting my chin on her shoulder. She smiles and covers my hands with her own.

"Who called? I think they called the house too." She asked

"Umm, no that was me. It was in my phone as "Home" but Lindsey called, to confirm our double date tonight?"

"You're going on a date with Lindsey? What the fuck Tegan?"

She started to try and get out of my embrace, but I held tight.

"No, she said that we're not dating. That you'd kill her if she tried. Her words, not mine."

Sara turned off the stove and turned around in my arms.

"What?"

"I don't get it. It's like everyone knows, and no one cares. Oh, and I found your phone. You need to see the room I found it in, it's your paradise. "

I handed it to her the phone and she shook her head.

"That's not my phone."

"I called "Sara" in my phone and this kept ringing. Besides…"

I pushed the house button, and the picture popped up with the notification. She gasped.

"How? What?"

Just then, the doorbell rang. I swallowed hard and looked at Sara. We slowly walked over to the door and Sara looked through the peep hole.

"it's mum" She said.

"But she said she was going to be at your place."

Sara shrugged as I looked through the peep hole myself and saw with my own eye. It was my mum, and she had bags of food. I checked the time on my phone. 10:50am. It was an hour later.

That could only mean one thing.

"Sara, I think this is your house."