- Hellouuuu, English is not my first language, sooo I'm sorry about the mistakes I probably made.
This is supposed to be a Season 2 of The L Word, Generation Q, but it's mainly centered on Bette. I'll try to make short uploads (don't have much free time right now) as soon as possible.
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Bette entered her car and turned the engine on. She was determined to do this, and she felt ready. She was so concentrated on those thoughts that the drive to Tina's house felt like it never happened; she parked her car pretty close to the house ( a house she was going to see for the first time today), she took a deep breath and got out. Her walk was confident, her eyes sure. She was going to set Tina free.
When the doorbell rang, Tina was on the couch, in her pijamas, as she wasn't expecting anyone. She got up pretty confused, left her coffee mug on the short table in fron of the sofa, and went to check who it was; it better not be someone advertising a religion again.
As she approached the door, whoever was out there knocked on the glass and added an – Hello? –
Tina got stuck for a second. It was Bette. What was she doing there? She would never go visit them without calling her first if it was about Angie, so that was probably not it, or so she hoped. Was she there to talk about the wedding? She hoped it wasn't about that either, cause telling Bette had been hard enough, she never wanted to see her that heartbroken again.
When she opened the door, Bette was smiling… that was confusing.
- Hi Bette! What are you doing here? –
- Oh, I… I just wanted to talk to you about something, and I think it's important, so can I come in? – Bette was as direct as always.
Tina smiled back and opened the door more, then pointed Bette to the kitchen and followed her there.
- Do you want some coffee? I was just having some. And, please, sit. –
Bette sat down at the kitchen's table and nodded. – I'd love some coffee, thanks. Oh, is Carrie home? I would like to say hi. –
Tina poured some of the coffee she'd made earlier into a mug. No sugar, Bette rarely used it anymore.
- No, she's not here, she had to run off to some urgency at work. – she saw the look on Bette's face – You know, people don't stop being sick just cause it's Sunday. –
Bette smiled again. – Of course. Well I'm sorry, it must be tiring for her. And for you. –
Tina couldn't hold in a little sarcasm: - I mean, I'm used to it. You know, you… -
- Yeah, workaholic. I know. Anyway, what I wanted to talk about… -
- Wait, - Tina interrupted her, - Let me get my coffee from the other room. – she ran off and got back pretty quickly, though she was kind of scared about whatever was coming. It couldn't be bad, cause Bette was smiling so much, but then again… Bette was really good at shoving her feelings down and looking great.
- So, what were you saying? – she sat down in front of Bette.
- First of all, your house is really nice, or at least the part I've seen until now. –
- Thanks, I basically chose everything myself. –
Bette smiled big. – I see. It shows. – Tina couldn't help but feel a bit sad when she said that, but she kept on smiling.
- I'm sorry I'm in my pyjamas by the way, I didn't think anyone would come over. –
Bette shook her head, - Don't worry, it's my fault I didn't call. So, anyway, I just wanted to say… - she looked down at her hands for a second, then back at Tina's eyes, and Tina felt sad again, and scared, - I'm actually really happy you're settling down here, it's going to be so good for Angie, and we should tell her about the marriage soon. What about tonight, over dinner? Would you and Carrie be available? –
Tina got stuck with a surprised face for a second.
- I… yeah, I'll ask Carrie, just to make sure. – She felt relieved and, well, still sad.
Bette just smiled and sipped her coffee.
- So, are you… I think we should talk about Carrie and Angie too. You know, their relationship. – she noticed Bette's face falling a little, - I mean, I don't want Carrie to be what we are to Angie, that's not really possible. But she could be an adult Angie can go to for advice and, you know, kind of a friend. –
Bette seemed to consider it for a second when she looked at the ceiling.
- A stepmom? It's ok Tina, I know they'll have a relationship. I'm not really worried about that, cause I trust that you'd never let that happen if Carrie weren't good enough for Angie. –
Tina couldn't hold Bette's smile anymore. She started staring at her own coffee, just sitting in her mug like nothing was happening.
- Is anything wrong? –
She looked up again.
- No, no, I… I'm just glad you're being so nice about this, and I'm glad you still trust me, and… -
- Tina, of course I trust you with this. I know how much you love our daughter, I've seen it for years. It's fine. –
- I, uh… - Tina looked down at her coffee again, just for a second. – Are you ok about all this then? –
Bette smiled again, but this time she couldn't completely hide the melancholy behind her face.
- I am. I really am. If this makes you happy, I'm just glad you found it. –
Her eyes were so gentle Tina couldn't stop staring into them.
- I'm glad you found someone that actually can. That's a hard thing to do, and I just hope you'll get what you want. –
- I… you know you made me happy. It just didn't work forever. –
Bette's eyes were even more cathartic now, Tina felt like she could read all of her emotions right there, in her now slightly wet eyes.
- I know. You too. I guess we were only meant for each other for a limited amount of time. And we did something beautiful, and spent some awesome years together, so… -
- We made Angie. – Tina actually smiled big this time, and she didn't have to force herself to. But she felt like she was on the verge of tears.
- Yeah. – Bette's eyes were shining with pride now. Tina had once loved the way her eyes could be so communicative.
- Thank you, I guess I needed this. – She wanted to grab Bette's hand, but she didn't.
- I better go now, but… 8 o'clock tonight? Let me know if you can make it. My place, I'll cook? –
- Oh, I can do that if you want me to… -
- No, - Bette interrupted her, - I want to. It's like a gift to Carrie too, so she knows I want to welcome her into our lives, you know? –
Tina nodded. – I'll text you then. – She smiled, stood up and walked Bette to the door.
- Actually, want a tour of the house? –
Bette shook her head: - Sorry, I actually need to be somewhere soon, that'll have to wait. –
She stepped out the door, faced Tina and grabbed her face with a hand.
- I'm really happy for you, if this is what you want. – She was smiling so big again, Tina almost didn't hear the last part.
Then Bette was suddenly gone, and as she got back inside and closed the door, Tina thought Bette's hand holding her face had felt like a slap.