A/N: Surprise, b!tch! I bet you thought you'd seen the last of me. So surprisingly we get A LOT of downtime at work and I have been jotting down some ideas which I have finally put together into a full chapter. Leave feedback, prompts, ideas on where to take this etc etc. Enjoy.
It had been a weird week for Reagan. First she had tripped over Duke - who preferred to sleep on the floor next to the bed instead of on top of it - she split her lip and her eyebrow which required stitches. Secondly since after introducing Jack to Holly they had gotten on like a house on fire and annoyingly they were both enjoyed ganging up on her and thirdly Amy hadn't called her back or made any attempt to contact her.
"Rae, just call her. Come on."
"Yeah Raven. Just call her. Do you want us to do it? We will do it for you."
Reagan, Jack and Holly were all squeezed around a table at PIE. Reagan thought that maybe she would relax a little and eat a burger, drink a shake - she had been working long hours and just needed a little alone time - but obviously that wasn't what these two had in mind, as they too decided they also wanted to go eat out. So here they were, crammed at a table, Jack and Holly talking non-stop and Reagan wishing she had just gone to bed instead of trying to do something nice for herself.
"Can you guys just order so we can eat. I'm starving." Reagan grumbled shoving a menu toward both girls. "And put your phones on the table please," Reagan said putting her phone face down and indicating for Jack and Holly to do the same.
Holly motioned a waitress over and they all gave their orders. There was a moment of silence before Jack piped up.
"But really….you should phone her." Jack said as she watched Reagan look around the diner for a free seat - seat somewhere away from herself and Holly.
"Look," Reagan sighed. "If she wanted me to phone her she would have gotten into contact with me by now. So just drop it okay?"
"Maybe she is waiting for you to do the same thing? So now you guys are at some sort of stalemate." Holly shrugged.
Reagan shot a warning stare at Holly. "I said drop it."
"Okay, okay." Holly relented, putting her hands up in surrender slowing reaching across for her phone. Jack did the same and Reagan didn't have the energy to argue.
The food had been at the table a couple of minutes but it felt like Jack and Holly had been chatting for hours. Reagan's eye flitted from side to side, trying to keep up.
"Do you know Hunter?" Holly asked Reagan.
"Hunter? I don't think so."
"Hunter. The girl you saw me with on your settee at the house party." Jack explained.
"Oh." Reagan said realising what Jack was talking about. "Her names Hunter? That's pretty cool. What about her?"
"She asked me on a date."
"Don't you have a boyfriend?"
"Yep."
"So then you can't go."
"Can't I?"
Reagan slid out from her seat and grabbed her tray.
"I will be sitting somewhere far away enough so I don't have to hear your plans to destroy your relationship." Reagan said, walking toward the back of the diner. Holly and Jack watched as Reagan took a seat in a booth, making sure her back was to both girls.
Holly realised that Reagan's phone was on the table and grabbed it while she stood.
"Rea-"
Holly was interrupted by Jack's hand squeezing her wrist.
"What are you…"
"Sit down." Jack commanded. "I have an idea."
Jack waved Amy over as she gingerly pushed open the diner doors.
Amy awkwardly slid into the seat beside Jack sitting across from Holly.
Holly extended her hand, "Hi, I'm Holly."
Amy looked at this girl across from her with her shaggy pixie cut and bright green eyes. When she smiled her lips revealed a chipped front tooth which Amy couldn't help but find endearing. Holly's hand faltered and Amy quickly grabbed it and shook it politely.
"Where have I heard that name before?" Amy said out loud, still shaking Holly's hand.
"Reagan told you about me?" Holly asked loosening her fingers on Amy's hand. "If you keep shaking my hand it's going to get pretty sweaty," she laughed releasing her hand from Amy's grip.
Amy looked at Holly for a few moments, trying to remember Reagan's description of her.
"Amy this was Reagan's first 'girlfriend'." Jack added helpfully.
"Oh. The one that moved away! Yes. I remember now." Amy said suddenly. "Wait. What are you…."
"I'm visiting my family." Holly interrupted, knowing exactly where Amy was going with this. "I haven't come back to like whisk Reagan away or whatever." Amy looked down at the table. "I promise." Holly reassured.
"So, erm. Where is Reagan? She texted me and -"
"Actually….about that." Jack said waving Reagan's phone in Amy's face.
"She didn't text me did she?" Amy asked suspiciously.
"No but she wants too." Jack reassured.
"I don't think this is a good idea. If she wanted to she would have, you know. And I don't want to annoy her or anything. So I'm just gonna go, okay?" Amy sighed pushing herself up from the table.
Holly quickly grabbed Amy's hand. "Stay. She wanted to contact you I swear, but you didn't try to contact her so she didn't want to push it."
"But I was waiting for her to contact me." Amy whispered sadly.
"I know. That's what me and Jack were telling her. But she won't listen." Holly insisted.
"You were right about your hand, it is pretty sweaty." Amy said shooting Holly a small smile as she dropped her hand. "Where is she anyway?"
Jack pointed to a table to the very back of the diner. "Over there."
Reagan was resting her head on the table, eyes closed when she felt a presence across from her.
"Guys, if you're here to ride my dick about Amy you can go away," she mumbled. "I'm tired and I don't want to talk about it today. So please give me a break."
"We don't have to talk. We can just sit here and do nothing…if you want. I'd like that."
Reagan visibly tensed, which alerted Amy to the fact Reagan knew who was speaking.
"Amy?"
Reagan slowly lifted her head and peeked at Amy from under her eyelashes.
"What are you doing here?" Reagan asked sitting up straight and clearing her throat. Immediately Amy noticed Reagan's face, her cut lip and the stitches in her eyebrow. Amy would be lying if she said it didn't look badass and also a little bit hot. Okay, more than a little hot. Very hot.
"Erm.."
Reagan patted the table frantically and then did the same to herself.
"Wait where's my phone?" Reagan hissed, she squinted her eyes at Amy and then she leaned across her chair to get a view of Jack and Holly. Reagan made the cut throat sign at Holly and Jack when they caught her eye and they shot back an eager thumbs up. Reagan rolled her eyes and returned to her sitting position and shifted uncomfortably in her seat.
"So H-"
"So I-"
"Sorry. You go first." Reagan apologised.
"Holly is pretty." Amy commented.
"She is." Reagan agreed.
"Are you two…"
"No."
Amy flinched at Reagan's harsh tone and Reagan immediately felt guilty. Amy's face had lost its usual glow, her usually twinkly eyes now dull and lifeless. Her usually turned up mouth now constantly on a turn down, her tongue darting out to lick her lips nervously.
Reagan peeked around the side of her chair before turning her attention back to Amy.
"What do you want?" she sighed.
"I erm - I don't know. I thought that you might want to talk, or I don't know. I just wanted to see you. But I can go…I'm sorry." Amy rambled starting to leave her seat.
Reagan frowned, confusion taking over her face. "Amy. The menu. What do you want from the menu." Reagan clarified.
"Oh. I er-"
Reagan grabbed Amy's forearm and pulled on it to force Amy back down into her seat. Amy eyed the fingers around her arm, relishing in the electric current that seemed to be flowing through her body at the touch. While Amy was looking at Reagan's hand Reagan was looking at Amy. For a few seconds the twinkle was back in her eye, her lips curling up a little. Amy looked at Reagan and Reagan immediately dropped Amy's arm. Amy watched as Reagan tensed her jaw and watched the tips of Reagan's ear turn red with embarrassment and then watched in awe as the red crept toward Reagan's cheeks.
"What?" Reagan whined covering her burning ears and dropping her head.
"Nothing." Amy said quickly, the smile clear in her voice.
"Then what were you staring at?" Reagan questioned accusingly.
"Erm. Your face." Amy said - which wasn't exactly a lie. "What happened?"
Reagan subconsciously bought her fingers to her eyebrow and licked the split in her lip.
"I tripped over Duke." Reagan admitted.
"Duke?"
"My dog." Reagan clarified.
"You got a dog?"
"Yeah, that's how I met Holly. She was volunteering at the shelter. Life is funny like that." Reagan mused to herself.
Amy watched as a peacefulness crossed Reagan's face for a few moments, before she turned her attention back to Amy, her jaw clenched again, her lips pursed.
"We were supposed to do that together." Amy whispered sadly.
"I know." Reagan nodded. "Hang on, I'll be back in a minute." Reagan added sliding from behind her table and walking toward Jack and Holly.
"Hey hows it go-"
Reagan snatched her phone and walked back toward her table.
Amy seemed startled to see Reagan again, as if she was expecting Reagan to leave and not come back.
Reagan unlocked her phone, opened her picture folder and then slid it over to Amy.
Amy's face lit up. "Is this him?"
Reagan nodded.
Amy was looking at Reagan and a dog who was definitely not a lapdog trying to squeeze himself into her lap. His brown fur was mingled with grey hairs and Reagan had one of his large ears between her fingers, his large mouth was open, his tongue lolling out of his head, his eyes half closed in complete joy. And then there was Reagan. She was wearing a vest top, those arms Amy loved so much on show, her dark hair in a ponytail, her smile wide and infectious.
"He is adorable!" Amy cooed, sliding the phone back to Reagan. 'And so are you'. Amy thought staring at Reagan.
"Yeah, he is." Reagan agreed. "...What?" Reagan asked nervously when she noticed Amy staring at her from across the table.
Amy said nothing, but reached across the table and gently cupped Reagan's cheek.
"Did it hurt?" Amy whispered.
Reagan nodded slowly and Amy felt that heated blush creeping toward Reagan's cheek again. Amy gently rubbed her thumb along Reagan's cheek and Reagan made no attempt to escape her grasp. They were looking right at each other, their eyes roaming each others searching for a hint of something.
"Reagan, I-"
"Two number 3's plus milkshakes?" The cheery blonde waitress asked loudly, startling Reagan. Reagan jumped out of Amy's grip.
"Yes, that's us." Reagan spoke quickly.
Amy rearranged her cutlery anxiously waiting for the waitress to leave.
"We're sorry about the wait. Please take this complimentary apple pie as a gesture from us." The waitress gently placed the pie in the middle of the table accompanied with a jug of custard.
"Thank you." Reagan and Amy said in unison.
"Anything else dolls?"
"That would be all thank you." Reagan nodded politely watching the waitress leave.
"Did you order this for me?" Amy asked pointing to her food.
Reagan shook her head. "It was probably Holly or Jack."
"Oh," Amy nodded salting her fries.
Reagan did the same before bringing a fry to her mouth and hissed when the salt touched her split lip.
"You alright?" Amy asked.
"Yeah, just a bit too hasty." Reagan replied licking her bottom lip, trying to rid it of the salt.
They ate in silence, Reagan occasionally looking at Amy when she felt her staring for a little too long.
"Why do you keep staring at me?" Reagan asked before taking a bite of her burger.
"S-sorry" Amy muttered dropping her eyes to her food.
Reagan playfully nudged Amy's hand and shot her a understanding smile to let her know it was okay.
With the food out of the way Reagan decided now would be a good time to talk.
"Erm, so how have you been?" Reagan asked awkwardly.
"Sad mostly." Amy mumbled playing with the straw in her milkshake.
"Sorry, that was a dumb question." Reagan laughed nervously. "Erm…..You been up to much?"
Amy shook her head initially and then nodded slowly not look up from her milkshake.
"I had sex with a guy." Amy admitted.
Reagan released a breath that she didn't know she was holding and waited for Amy to continue.
"Oh. Ok-"
"I didn't." Amy corrected herself quickly. "I tried to. I tried to get over you, but it didn't work. I couldn't go through with it."
Amy lifted her head to look at Reagan. Reagan's eyes were slightly widened and her jaw still clenched, but other than that there didn't seem to be any other reaction.
Reagan nodded stiffly and did nothing else.
"That's it?" Amy asked voice full of relief.
"What can I say? It's not as if you owe me anything. Like even if you did sleep with that guy it's none of my business. I deserve it." Reagan mumbled.
"You don't deserve it. You don't deserve any of this. I've kept things from you and hurt you so many times. And I'm sorry Reagan. I'm so sorry." Amy said anguished.
At some point in time Amy had taken Reagan's hands in hers and was leaning half way across the table. Amy was close enough to see Reagan's freckles, those freckles she loved so much, the ones she loved to see crinkle when Reagan scrunched her nose.
Reagan's eyes dropped to their joined hands and Amy let them go reluctantly.
"I've caught up on Person Of Interest. Do you want to come around and start watching it on TV with me?" Amy asked trying to change the tone.
"You did?" Reagan smiled. "Yeah, I would love to."
Amy's eyes gleamed with adoration and it was all too much for Reagan.
"Do you want some of this apple pie?" Reagan asked pushing it toward Amy.
"Please." Amy nodded with a small smile.
"Do you need a lift home?" Reagan asked holding the diner doors open for Amy. They had decided to leave once they had finished eating and realised that Jack and Holly had left.
"No, it's okay. I'll walk." Amy answered.
"I don't think that's a good idea." Reagan said side eyeing a guy that was had been watching them strangely.
"Why?"
"Hey ladies! What do you say about coming home with us guys," a guy hollered from behind them.
"No thank you. We're good." Reagan smiled politely pushing Amy behind her.
"Why not? We're good guys," he sneered stepping toward Reagan.
The guy had at least a foot on Reagan. His lanky arms emphasised due to his t-shirt ripped at the sleeves and bandana tied around his wrist. When he sneered his crooked yellowing teeth were revealed and he had a scar running down the right side of his face.
"I'm sure you are but we're not interested." Reagan said more forcefully feeling Amy's shaking hand in hers.
"Well aren't you two just a pair of ungrateful dykes, I have something that will change that!" he spat.
The rest of his 'crew' roared in unison.
"Leave us alone." Reagan warned.
"Oh what are you going to do?" he laughed taking another step closer to Reagan. "You're girlfriend is pretty. Maybe I will have a go with her first while you watch."
Reagan felt Amy's hand tighten around hers in terror and Reagan felt a rush of anger. She spat on the floor beside the man's feet and when he looked down she reared her leg and kicked him in his junk. Hard.
"Amy, run. Run!" Reagan shouted pushing Amy toward her truck.
Reagan looked back to see the man on the ground curled into a ball and his lackys surrounding him while he rocked back and forth. Reagan jumped straight into her truck and sped away.
It wasn't until Reagan pulled up at Amy's house that she let herself go.
"Holy shit! Holy fuck! Did you see that!?"
"Yeah."
"Woo! Holy fuck. That was fucking crazy! My brother taught me that move but I never thought I would have to use it" Reagan yelled undoing her seatbelt so she could have a better range of movement.
"You could have gotten seriously hurt Reagan." Amy reminded her.
"But I didn't! Oh my god. Look at my hands." Reagan said holding her shaky hands in front of Amy. "I can feel the adrenaline pumping around my body. Wow."
Reagan's face was kind of crazed. Her eyes were wide and she had a crazy smile etched onto her face. Reagan's face fell to a completely neutral state when she saw the look Amy was giving to her.
"Amy are you okay? Did you get hurt?" Reagan asked worry clear in her voice. She gave Amy a quick once over and couldn't see any obvious external injuries.
"Yeah, I'm okay. Just scared." Amy admitted releasing her seatbelt. "You could have been hurt Reagan, seriously hurt." Amy added tears glazing her eyes.
"Hey, hey. Shh. Stop that okay." Reagan demanded.
Amy wiped stubbornly at her eyes cursing herself for letting the tears drop.
"Come on Amy." Reagan pleaded wiping at Amy's tears with her thumbs.
Amy cried a little harder and Reagan wasn't entirely sure whether this was still about the men at the diner or about their current situation. Reagan placed her hands on either side of Amy's face tilting her head up.
"You're okay. I'm okay. We're okay." Reagan reassured her.
Amy nodded and gave a small laugh.
Before she could think about what she was doing Reagan gently pulled Amy toward her and carefully pressed their lips together. Amy moved her mouth gently on Reagan's careful not to burst this little bubble they had created but Reagan's hands ran through Amy's hair, then fell to her waist. Amy slipped her tongue into Reagan's mouth pushing Reagan backward until her head hit the truck window - bringing them both back to reality.
"Umm…" Reagan hummed licking her lips.
"Oh, sorry did I hurt you?" Amy asked gently bringing a thumb to Reagan's lip.
Reagan could barely shake her head. Amy was close, so close. One hand on the window behind them, one resting in Reagan's hair, her breath creating a fog on the window behind them. The sound of their panting filled the truck.
Amy searched Reagan's eyes, searching for a hint of regret but seeing none. Her gaze dropped to Reagan's lip and then slowly made her way back up to Reagan's eyes. Amy saw Reagan throat bob as she swallowed.
"I love you," Amy whispered brushing her nose against Reagan's. "And I really, really miss you."
Reagan's hands tightened on Amy's waist and pulled her closer until their mouths were almost touching.
"I miss you too Amy and you know I love you. But…"
"But…?" Amy spoke into Reagan's mouth.
"I think we should slow this down." Reagan breathed. "We should try to be friends again and take it from there."
"Back to square one?"
"Yeah, if that's okay." Reagan croaked.
Amy nodded leaning her forehead against Reagan's for a few moments before answering.
"I understand. I do. But seeing as we are here can we makeout for a little lon-"
Reagan didn't even let Amy finish her sentence before pulling their lips together. Amy swallowed a surprised yelp but quickly straddled Reagan's lap and then cradled Reagan's face. Reagan ran her hands down Amy's back and rested them on her hips, pulling her close until there was no more space between them. If they were going to start from square one they may as well make the most of this.