A/N- Sorry this chapter is so long, I just didn't think I should make a habit out of dividing the long ones into two parts. I hope everyone likes it, and thank you everyone who left reviews and favorited the story!
P.S.- Just a quick warning: this chapter has a slight *ahem* adult situation. But it's still rated T. :)
Knife Going In: Part Two
Tegan's P.O.V.
"Sonia, Dad called. His flight got delayed-oh, hi!" A woman who I assumed was Sara's aunt Julie emerged around the corner. She hugged Sara tightly, then saw me just as Sara's mom unwrapped me from her thoroughly uncomfortable embrace.
"Julie. She's here- Tegan." My mom said.
"Oh, um. You don't mean... Wasn't Sara's girlfriend supposed to be coming?"
"She's is my girlfriend." Sara said, arms crossed.
"No she's not." said my Mom automatically.
"I am. Really." I said finally and extended my hand to a puzzled Julie.
"Nice to meet you, Tegan." Said Julie and shook my hand politely. There was a long, awkward silence in the room.
"Well... Tegan, why don't we get you settled in the spare room. I'll help you with those bags" She lightly wrested a luggage bag from Sara who murmured thanks and we headed down the hall. I heard low, tense voices as soon as we turned the corner.
"Thank you." I said hastily, grateful to escape the intensely weird atmosphere. I grabbed our luggage and followed Julie into the guest room, down in the basement. It was warm and cozy. I noticed a Weezer poster on one of the walls above the dresser and a small stack of vinyl records in one corner.
"This was Sara's old room." said Julie, confirming my sentiments. I eyed the twin bed, predicting an uncomfortable night for a certain couple used to sleeping in a queen size.
"I could tell." I said, by way of conversation. I opened my suitcase on the bed, and set to placing my items in the empty dresser drawer. "So... um, what's the matter with Sara's mom?" I asked, busying myself with arranging my clothes.
"Oh, she's just been sort of... off since our mom- Sara's grandmother died a while ago."
"I'm sorry."
"It's fine. It wasn't like it was unexpected, but it hit her the hardest."
"She said... she said she thought Sara and me were sisters?"
"That's just... Well- it's a long story." I turned around to face her.
"Tell me? I think we've got plenty of time while they work things out upstairs." I asked softly. Julie hesitated, twisting her fingers in her hands and realizing I wouldn't just let it go. What happened with Sara's mom had really unnerved me. This trip was definitely not going how I had planned or hoped, and the surprise I'd been planning for Sara- well I wanted it to be perfect for her. I wanted to give her a memory she wouldn't forget... or regret.
"Alright. I'll tell you. But promise not to say anything to Sara."
"Ok. I won't tell her" I said Immediately.
"No. You have to swear. If Sara knew about this, it could completely change things between her and her mother- and definitely not for the better."
"That's the last thing I want. I promise. Not a word to Sara."
"Ok. So Sara actually had a sister- a twin."
"But, Sara said she was an only child."
"She was...is. At least that's how she was raised. Sonia put her up for adoption and named her Tegan. She's regretted it ever since, but she really didn't have enough to support two girls as a single mother."
"Oh... oh, I see."
"You and Sara look a lot alike, you know."
"We've been told that."
"You're not..."
"I'm not adopted." I said before she could complete her sentence.
"Of course. I was being silly." Julie looked down at my suitcase, noticing Sara's surprise I'd hidden under my clothes. She smiled knowingly.
"You must really love her."
"I really do. More than anything. I just hope this whole mix-up doesn't ruin the surprise."
"It won't. Sonia probably just needs some time to cool off, and everything will be fine. And I'm sure she'll calm down once Sara's grandfather gets here tomorrow afternoon."
"Thank you so much, Julie. I was planning on giving it to her tomorrow morning, actually." I said, and warmly hugged her. The basement door opened, and pounding footsteps on the stairs rang through the room. Realizing the item was still exposed on the bed, I lunged for it and managed to stuff it in my back pocket just as Sara entered the room.
"Hey guys." Sara said shakily, her arms wrapped around herself as if she were cold.
"I'll leave you two alone to unpack." Julie said considerately, and rubbed Sara's arm reassuringly as she left the room. As soon as the basement door closed, Sara's eyes overflowed with tears. I rushed to her side and wrapped my arms tightly around her.
"What's the matter, Sasa?"
"Tee, I've never seen her like this."
"Your aunt Julie said she just needs some time to cool down."
"I don't know... she seemed really upset. She-she wants us to do a DNA test or something."
"Are you serious? So she actually believes we're..."
"I told her no way."
"Maybe we should do it. Just to prove we're not even related."
"Tegan... I don't know. I don't want to fuel the fire."
"I just want to prove that I'm serious about being a part of your family."
"Oh, Teegs. When did you get so serious?" She asked, smiling and tilting her head to the side. I lifted my right hand to wipe the remainder of her tears away.
"When I found something too precious to lose."
"Aw. You big sap."at this I smiled, and kissed her gently. Her hands went around my waist bringing me even closer as her silky tongue snaked past my lips, flicking and mingling with my own.
"Dinner won't be ready for an hour." she purred in my ear, and moved in to suck hard on my exposed neck. I gasped loudly, and let my hands wander down to her hips, pushing her into me.
"What if someone comes in?" I asked with great difficulty, my breath coming fast.
"Don't worry about it." Sara said hastily, and unbuttoned my plaid shirt with skilled fingers. She sighed in frustration when she discovered I was wearing a t-shirt under it.
"I hate winter." she growled, and reached for the hem of my t-shirt.
"Getting impatient?" I asked, and swatted her hands away lightly. I grabbed her firmly by her wispy waist and led her to the small bed across the room, and pushing the suitcase to the ground, laid Sara on her back. Her hands snaked behind my neck and brought me in for another kiss, this time more aggressively. As I let my hands wander under her shirt, I felt her hands move down to my lower back, then lower. Her hands froze as they felt the small bulge in my back pocket.
"Tegan. What the hell is that?" she started to reach in my pocket, and I jumped off of the bed just in time.
"It's...uhh. It's nothing." I smiled, and grabbed her suitcase from the floor. I laid it on the bed, and started to grab her neatly rolled clothes and place them next to mine in the top drawer wooden dresser.
"Nothing, huh?"
"Yup. Don't worry about it."
"Mmm... ok. Then come back over here. I'm not finished with you yet."
"Sara. We are not going to have sex in your Mother's house."
"But-"
"In broad daylight."
"But Teg-"
"While your family is just upstairs and wide awake."
"Fine. But you're going to get it later." I started to form another retort, turning around to face her, eyes mid-roll. But then I saw her expression, completely somber and staring up at me from under her long bangs. I knew she was serious about getting me back later- I gulped as I became as impatient as Sara had been just minutes ago.
"N-nympho." I managed to choke out as my imagination started to spiral out of control. I turned around so she wouldn't see my flushed face.
"Tease." She mumbled back. I could hear the smile in her voice.
"Well I''m going to take a shower before dinner." I said, heading towards the small adjoining bathroom. Sara sprang up to follow me.
"Alone." I said firmly and shut the door behind me. I heard her frustrated groan through the door.
"I have to take a shower too! You take forever!"
"Maybe you should spend some time planning how to get me back!" I cried, and started the stream of water, drowning out her reply.
Sara's P.O.V.
With Tegan in the shower and nothing left to do with all of my clothes unpacked, I decided to head upstairs to see if I could help with dinner. I just hoped my mom had calmed down since the scene in the living room. I made my way down the hall towards the kitchen, but felt my feet stop moving before I entered the kitchen and dining room. I heard what I could tell was a serious conversation from behind the swinging door, and wavered there, not sure what to do.
"Trust me Sonia, I talked to Tegan. She's not even adopted." I heard Julie say to my mother in the kitchen. I heard silverware clanging lightly and pictured her setting the table as she had the many times visiting in my childhood.
"How can you look at them side by side and not recognize it?"
"They are very similar. But everyone makes mistakes, Sis."
"I want to believe that- I do."
"Look, Sonia. I know you regret giving up Sara's twin sister all those years ago." I started to gasp, and covered my mouth to muffle the sound. Sister, what sister? Luckily, the conversation continued without them detecting my presence. "-And I understand it hurts to see your only daughter growing up. Just please don't let that ruin things for Sara. They're so happy together, you can just see the glow in Sara's eyes."
"N-no. I don't want to ruin that. I suppose you're right. I just made a mistake- it was a trick of the light or something." I heard my mom sniff lightly, hopefully ending her flow of tears. I stood, frozen to the spot, unable to move or think.
"I'll go get the girls for dinner." said Julie, and started moving towards the door. I panicked, looking left and right but unable to move.
"Wait. Julie- make sure you knock. You know how 20-somethings are." I heard them both giggle, and decided to take this chance to open the door.
"Oh- hi, Sara." they both said, still snickering like idiots.
"H-hey." I stammered. "I just came up to see if dinner's ready."
"Yup- it's all done actually. Where's Tegan?" asked Julie. My mom didn't even flinch at the sound of her name, but just smiled, seeming determined to put the mix up behind her.
"She's taking a shower. She should be up in a few minutes." I tried my best to smile, my head spinning wildly. How long were they intending on keeping this secret from me? Would they ever tell me? I concentrated on not letting my anger or confusion show as my mother hugged me tightly and apologized for freaking out on Tegan.