Warnings:Chapter contains references to a homosexual incestual relationship. If you don't like it, don't read it.

Rating: T (later chapter will be 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: Yay for quick updates. Had a bit of time this morning, and really want to get to the good stuff. One more chapter until things flip. Keep the reviews coming. Let me know what you like, what you don't like. Still looking for that Beta. Keep in mind, if you Beta you get the chapters before everyone else and get input before it's posted!

Disclaimer: COMPLETELY FICTIONAL!

Chapter 2- Reading Comprehension

Sara's POV

I gently slid myself into a chair at the restaurant. Normally, I would settle for a burger and shake joint, but after being on tour for so long I kind of wanted to eat real food.

"This is dumb. Let's go to the Golden Griddle and get all day breakfast!" Tegan grumbled from across the table, with folded arms and a pout.

"You can go anywhere you want to, but I'm staying right here." I barked, picking up the menu and taking a look.

Tegan scowls, but stays. She's been acting more testy than usual lately. I can't help but wonder if something happened with Lindsey. Usually after a tour, she can't wait to get home and away from me, but this time, she's practically holding on for dear life. I don't mind spending time with her, save for the fact that she seems to be enjoying pushing my buttons as of late. I shot her a glance, and saw her chewing her nails, mulling over the menu choices. I already knew what was going to happen: Tegan would send the waiter away three times, saying she didn't know what she wanted, then call him over and ask him a million questions. In the end, she'd just order chicken fingers, fries, and a coke. I laugh in my head as I return my attention to the menu.

Tegan POV

I'm trying to concentrate on the menu, but I can feel Sara's eyes on me. I can see her steal a look out of my peripheral vision. It makes me giddy. I try to concentrate on the menu, scanning the choices. My eyes land on the chicken fingers meal. I hear the slightest laugh and know what enticed it. She thinks I'm going to go with the chicken. Maybe I should show her that I'm not 15 anymore. What do stuffy old people order? I debate ordering off the senior's menu, and settle for something I think is grown up sounding. I look up, closing my menu, only to meet Sara's eyes. I chanced it by staring right into them. My heart skipped a few beats, my throat went dry. Where was the waiter with that water?

"You ready to order?" those perfect lips enunciated each syllable so clearly. It was like honey rolling off her tongue every time she talked. I nodded, trying to ignore the shiver crawling up my spine. Sara called over the waiter and I had a look around the room. There were a few families, some friends out for drinks, but there were a lot of couples. People on dates. I looked over at Sara ordering and cocked my head sideways. I wonder what it would be like to go on a date with her? We'd been out together too many times to count, but it usually ended up with us making fun of each other, and discreetly catapulting food in the other's direction. Then an idea popped into my mind. What if I can be on a date with Sara, without her knowing?

The daredevil in me thought it was a great idea. I could just put on my big girl pants and act like I was on a date; but the voice in my head that I've learned in recent years is my reason, said it was too risky. I smiled. Fuck it! The waiter was staring at me, and I became aware that Sara was waving her hand in front of my face.

"Tegan? Earth to Tegan. Hello?" She waved her hand vigorously. I snapped out of it with a jolt.

"Sorry, daydreaming. I must be more tired than I thought." I looked up at the waiter and smiled. "Could I have the duck in truffle sauce with a side of house salad? And…" I could see the look of surprise on Sara's face as the waiter scribbled my order down. I scanned the menu, and landed on a selection "the bottle of '62 merlot please. With two glasses."

"Excellent selection miss. We have a cheese spread that goes wonderfully with that merlot." He said with a smile.

"That sounds wonderful." I reply, seeing Sara's jaw still on the floor. Either she's caught on, or thinks I'm losing it. I think she's leaning towards the latter. I hope she is. In this exact moment, I don't care though. It's taken so much out of me always pretending. If she starts really catching on, I'll claim it's just a case of tour brain. She turns to the waiter, snapping out of it.

"I changed my mind, could I have the chicken fingers and fries please?" The waiter nodded and walked away. I was just trying to figure out why Sara ordered that when I know she doesn't like chicken fingers. I don't have much time to think about it, when she tugs on my sleeve, keeping her voice low but using an angry whisper, almost like a stage yell.

"Tegan? What the fuck? That's like an $80 bottle of wine." She bellows.

"I'm treating myself" And you. "We had a great tour." I shrugged and watch her expression.

Sara's POV

I try and let it go, but something feels different between us. Tegan's been so weird lately. I take a sip of my water that we waiter brought over before taking our orders, and look across the table. Her entire demeanour's changed. I just can't quite put my thumb on it, when my phone vibrates. I pick it up and look at it. Great, Stacy.

Are you back yet? When do I get to see you?

I type back: I'm in Montreal, I won't be back in New York for a few weeks.

I put my phone away. I always do this: I find a great girl, fall completely in like with her, and once the honeymoon phase is over, I just get uninterested and feel suffocated. Emy was the only one who that was different with. That's probably because she knew when to give me space, until she started bugging me about getting married. I'm just not the marrying type. I started to feel trapped, and unable to breathe and it was just too much, then she just kept pushing it. I kind of just want to spend all my time alone with a book right now. I deal with a lot of people ALL THE TIME on tour. The only other long term relationship I can account for is mine with Tegan.

I look across the table at her. It's amazing we have a relationship outside music. I don't know how we still put up with each other. Sometimes I want to rip her head off, but most of the time I like knowing that she's with me. I can depend on her, and I know she's not going anywhere. Everything's more fun with a partner in crime. As much as I wanted to be alone this week, I must admit that if it was anyone else I'd kick them out, but spending time with Tegan isn't so bad; when she's not driving me up a wall. Today she's been particularly weird. She went from tough, teasing Tegan, to the soft, gentle Tegan. I make a mental note to talk to her about that tomorrow as I let out a yawn.

"We'll get some wine in you and you'll feel much better" She flashes me that smile.

"Actually alcohol's a depressant and will put me to sleep." I inform her

"Well then I'll just have to carry you home than." She pipes in. Does she have a twinkle in her eye. I'm expecting her to act embarrassed or try to explain the blatant nature of the comment, but it doesn't happen. What the fuck?

"Umm…okay Tegan." Now I see her face fall as she looks at her shoes. She acts like I rejected her. Like a pre-pubescent boy who finally had the courage to ask the girl he likes to dance, and she said no because he was gross, then giggled with her friends. I reconsider Tegan's behaviour and start formulating a theory.

Tegan's wringing her hands together, keeping her eyes in her lap. Before I can comment on anything, the waiter comes with the wine and pour two glasses, placing the bottle, then the cheese spread down on the table. I thank him, and he smiles, heading back into the kitchen. I see Tegan take her wine and take a big gulp. I take a sip.

"How's Lindsey?" I ask, inquiring about her girlfriend. She look up when she answers, but I can tell Tegan's gone to that place of self deprecation. I can see it in her eyes. She's not really here.

"Alright. She's with Kaki for the rest of the month. Stacy?"

"She wants me to go down to New York, but I don't know Tee. I'm kind of, over the whole thing." I watch as Tegan slowly comes back out of her shell after that comment. I know what's coming.

"Sara, don't do this again. Stacy's great and she really likes you."

"I know, I just, maybe I was meant to be alone."

"You deserve to be loved Sara."

I watched as Tegan's throat bobbed as she swallowed.

"I know, but I hit this point where I just get bored and want to be home with a book instead of spending any time with the person at all. So far the only person I can stand being around for any amount of time is you." I speak in a lower voice than the rest of my end of the dialogue. Do I see Tegan perk up? That sparkle in her eyes is back, the perpetual grin that pulls the corners of her mouth slightly upwards is back. Usually comments like I just made are met with a slug on the shoulder and her calling me a name, not Tegan's full attention and happy body language. Should I push further?

"Damn, I forgot to pick up the extra comforter form the dry cleaners before we left. Umm, you can still stay on the couch if you want but I think it's gonna get cold tonight."

"I'll be fine on the couch."

"Tegan, just come stay in my bed tonight."

"You sure?"

I nod. Is that a smile? That should have been followed with a "Damn right I'm staying in your bed." Sara's mind raced. Could it be? She caught Tegan's eyes, and noticed that Tegan was almost…dreamily staring into her own, taking a bite of a piece of cheese. Sara couldn't help but smile at her the special smile that was reserved for only the times she experienced pure joy. Tegan was trying to flirt.

"So, what do you want to do tomorrow?" I asked, suddenly wide awake.

"I thought you were sleeping all day tomorrow." She raised an eyebrow and sipped her wine.

"Maybe we should rent a couple movies on the way home. I could move the TV into my bedroom like mum used to do when we were sick as kids. We could order in all day and just hangout." I knew I was contradicting myself, but the possibility of this new dimension of our relationship had me giddy.

The waiter came back with our food and presented it to us. He placed the chicken fingers and fries in front of me.

"Chicken fingers and fries for you, and…" He put another plate in front of Tegan with a neat pile of meat on it, and a salad. "And braised duck in orange sauce for you. Enjoy your meal."

"Thanks" I chimed in. The waiter nodded and walked away. I looked over at Tegan who had just put a forkful of duck into her mouth. Her face scrunched as it hit her tongue and she froze. I giggled.

"You alright there champ?" I took another sip of wine as I watched her hastily swallow the duck.

"It's…different." She looked at her plate with dread and coughed. I laughed and shook my head.

"Here." I swapped our plates, still laughing.

"Sara, it's fine, it's just...different" Her eyes screamed a thank you, but I knew she'd never voice it. Good old stubborn Tegan.

"Too bad, because now I want duck. You're stuck with plain old chicken fingers." I took a bite and was delighted at the taste. Boy I was glad she didn't like it. That was a gamble. I watched as Tegan happily crunched her chicken fingers.

"Thanks Sara."

Guess I was wrong…again. I like this side of Tegan. I really like this side of Tegan. I never thought I'd get to see her like this. I never ever thought in a million light years she'd see me like this. After all, how long had I suppressed the feelings? And I did it so well. But Tegan, Tegan can't lie. She sucks at it. And I've always been able to read her like a book.

Well Teegs, you're in luck. Reading comprehension is my forte.