DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fanfiction. So Close is not mine and no commercial profit will be gained from this piece of writing. Femmeslash, based on subtext in the movie itself, which is, incidentally in Mandarin/Cantonese. I couldn't resist doing English fic. Had to compromise the dialogue though, because most of it was visualized in Mandarin and then translated back to English.
Additional note: Qun is pronounced, approximately, "Chueen", and Hung would be "Hoong". I just like these spellings because they underline the fact that the characters have different accents and backgrounds.
Sheathing the Gun, an Epilogue
Chapter 4
Qun watches as Hung meditates. Watches her kick at the punching bag placed strategically in the middle of the room. Finally, Hung turns to look for a towel, and she seizes her chance.
The towel whizzes through the air and hooks Hung around the neck. The policewoman doesn't waste a moment. She whirls in place with easy finesse, untangling herself from the fabric, only to find her eyes covered by a pair of small hands.
"Guess who?"
Hung grins. And reaches back to catch Qun's wrists, then spins around and sweeps a kick at her. Qun leaps just in time, and the kick misses. Quick as a flash, Hung follows up with a series of blinding punches, all of which miss by inches as Qun backpedals.
"I thought you'd forgotten how to fight," Hung teases.
Qun ducks the punches and lobs a fist at Hung's stomach. It thuds into the throw pillow Hung picked up moments ago. The next kicks, too, are foiled by the pillow. Feinting a punch, Qun sends the offending pillow flying away, and Hung laughs.
They go at each other with fists alone. Qun, feeling the exhilaration pumping through her veins, abruptly regrets her decision to move away from everything that had caused her sister's death. She puts the thought away for later, though, because Hung is moving at her far too fast and lack of practice coupled with the fact that Hung was always better than her at martial arts is keeping her backing away two steps for every one advanced.
Then her back is against a chair and she is barely evading incoming attacks. She reaches back, hooks a chair leg, and shoves the wooden thing in front. Hung leaps on top of it, and off again when she attempts to make it topple over. The failed move costs her a precious second or so, however, and Hung easily has her in a stranglehold. An awkward one, for sure, since it is from the front, but a winning move nonetheless. Qun gasps for breath. She moves her hands up, but in vain. Hung rather smugly informs, "If this were a real fight, I could kill you."
Qun immediately goes limp, eyes falling shut.
Hung frowns. "Ah Qun?" Getting no response, she bends and pretends to check for a pulse.
Swift as an eagle, Qun curls her hand around the outstretched wrist and shoves hard with her other hand, sending them crashing to the floor. "You--" Hung chokes in mock anger, just as Qun grabs hold of her other wrist, lowers herself, and kisses her, hard.
Hung kisses back, and, once Qun has forgotten about holding on to her wrists, runs gentle hands over the other woman's hair, and other places besides.
- fin -