AN: Didn't think I'd finish this part soon. But it's a lot shorter than I planned, so I thought I might as well put it up :-)
R&R :-D
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Booo. The original L Word characters are the property of Showtime and Ilene Chaiken.
As soon as they had arrived at the studio they were ambushed by a swarm of make-up artists and the 'oh-so-organized' people with the earpieces and clipboards.
Alice was beaming. Her chart was getting TV coverage, her outfit had already been complimented twice and hell, she would be meeting Ellen Degeneres, one of the people on her celebrity 'to do' list.
Shane on the other hand... was mortified.
The sudden change from Alice's mini, to a bright dressing room with make-up artists were fussing about what would look best in the light was unnerving. And the hair stylists.. Well they were just plain infuriating.
"I like whet you've done Miss McCetcheon, reyley I do, but as a professional, I have a feeling if we bring it up a bit and show a bit of yer' face then ye'll be very tv-genic indeyed." His voice resembled that of a suffocating duck.
"No. Just leave it. It's fine." Shane clamped her mouth shut in order to restrain herself from biting the man's head off.
'Touch my hair one more fucking time, and I swear…'
She subconsciously gave the over-enthused stylist a blunt 'Fuck Off' stare, and she figured it worked when he looked over and pre-occupied himself with Alice's blonde curls.
She quickly excused herself to the bathroom and was suddenly grateful for the silence in the shabby white-tiled bathroom. She looked at herself in the mirror and tried to calm down.
"Come on man. Just chill, don't fuck this up for Al. You won't have to say much, it'll be fine. Its about Alice. It's alright. Just go with it…"
She put her head in her hands and whispered to herself,
'Desee que usted estuviera aquí.'
She had told her she wanted to learn Spanish. And she did, in fact she was surprised at how quickly she picked it up. Maybe she was a natural linguist, or, maybe because it made her feel closer to her.
Well, it didn't really matter now did it.
"Live in 10 minutes people" the loudspeaker message filled the bathroom.
She ran her hands through her hair and took a deep breath.
"Fuck it."
She took one last glance at herself, wiped away the tears that were forming in the corner of her eyes, pushed the bathroom door open and left.
The bathroom door swung in and out at least three times before slowing down to closing completely. The middle cubicle lock slowly slid from the rusty red 'Engaged' lock, to the equally rusty, green 'Vacant' sign.
The cubicle door was slowly opened as a small buzz of radio interference echoed in the bathroom, followed by a nasal voice from a walkie-talkie.
"10 minutes till go time. Whats you're 20?"
Click.
"Uh... Just finishing my break, on my way up"
Click.
"Okay. Hey could you pick up another two sets up the extension cords from electrics maintenance?"
Click.
"Mhm.. Yeah. Sure, right away."
Click.
"Thanks Carmen."
The radio buzzing was cut off and the room was silent again.
Carmen leant against the cubicle door and tried to take in what had just happened.
Three-hundred and sixty-one days of forgetting her, down the drain. Three-hundred and sixty-one days of hating her wasted.
It had taken Carmen de la pica Morales nearly a year to bring herself together again, and it had taken her less than a minute to fall in love with Shane McCutcheon all over again.
She stared up at the ceiling and clenched her fists.
'Shit.'