Title:The Laws of Attraction: Part Two Author: dreiser [ Send a Private Message ]
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Copyright: Showtime Content Rating: NC-17 Disclaimer: I own nothing but my crazily possessive ex-girlfriend. Hey, every lesbian has to have one or two or three or... ugh. I'm stopping now before I get depressed over the sad amount of crazy ex-gfs I happen to have. Author's Note: Since I'm a fan of Leisha in general, including her musical career, I've decided to make music and playing it a more important part of Alice's life in this fic. If it gets to be too much or plain out of character, tell me please. Thanks! And for those who'd like to see the 'Bling Bling 100 Grand' t-shirt and leather pants I put Alice in here's some links:
Hee. I couldn't resist uploading pix. Oh, and the bad porn movies that Alice and Tina watch do indeed exist. They're all the product of a genius named Misty Mundae. Gotta love her and that being said, here's a link for the morbidly curious.
http://www.mistymundae.com/
And to prove I'm truly link addicted, if you click on the address below you can see the trailer for The Girl Who Shagged Me, the utterly fabulous Austin Powers parody that Misty is in. Trust me when I say that all of her movies are as funny as this trailer.
Summary: Dana and Shane commiserate over breakfast about mutual fears while Alice shares bad porn and secret forms of therapy with Tina. Everyone's favorite soup chef unwittingly incites the wrath of Tonya. And Dana, thanks to Tina, gets to see a different side to Alice. WARNING: Melodrama and angst abounds. Total Views: 6064 times.
Should God actually exist, they had to have the most perverse sense of humor. That's what Dana believed anyway. What else could explain her being an extraordinarily talented athlete who for some unknown reason was cursed to also be one of the clumsiest creatures on Earth?
Thirty three seconds into picking up the strewn clothing that she helped vacate from their previous home inside of a posh leather suitcase, Dana realized someone was talking to her. And it wasn't just anyone either. It was Tina talking to her.
She blinked vaguely at her friend, seeing her speak, watching her form the words, but at the same time not really hearing them. What was Tina doing here?
The blank expression on Dana's face told Tina quite clearly that the tennis player wasn't with her. Sighing quietly, Tina lifted a lone eyebrow and snapped her fingers in front of blue eyes. When Dana jolted out of her self induced suitcase packing hypnosis, Tina said dryly, "Welcome back."
"What are you doing here?" Dana voiced her thoughts as she always did. Before her brain could manage to stop her. Wincing now, Dana picked up the final piece of clothing which happened to be a black silk bra. Turning red from head to toe, Dana jerked her gaze to one side and thrust the bra towards Tina. "I meant to say... uhm... okay, I did mean to say what are you doing here. But in nicer tones that are definitely non-bitchy!" she exclaimed rapidly, looking to Tina only to dart her eyes away again as she realized Tina was still holding the black silk bra in her hands.
Chuckling fondly, Tina shook her head and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear as she closed the suitcase to hide the item that was causing Dana embarrassment. This singular action on the brunette's part got rid of any questions Tina might have had as to why Alice was in love with Dana. What had just happened was the best answer that Tina could have ever hoped to receive. Because in this Tina saw what Alice and a few select others had before her. And that was the realization that Dana could be devastatingly charming in her fumbled but earnest social dealings. When you added in the perfectly toned body that only an athlete in their prime could possess, Dana Fairbanks painted an extremely pretty picture.
"All clear, the bra is packed. No danger of seeing anymore pieces of random lingerie on the loose," said Tina teasingly. When Dana didn't begin her usual 'I'm such a geek' speech, she frowned and ducked her head to study the tense features of her friend. "Dana," she murmured worriedly. "What's going on?" The frown deepening, Tina glanced back at the apartment building as if by doing so she would be able to see inside and discover if Alice matched Dana's current emotional condition. A protective streak emerged in Tina for the welfare of the woman who helped her so much in the past 24 hours and when she spoke again her voice held an underlined warning. "What happened?"
"I can't do it," Dana whispered, her tones trembling and quiet enough that Tina had to strain to properly hear her. "I told her that. I told her that I can't do it. That I just can't risk it."
Tina could feel the frown settle firmly on her face and she sighed, standing to then take Dana's hands, pulling her up from the odd crouching position they both had been in. After this took place Dana snapped out of her stupor much like she had done seconds earlier. She hurriedly looked at Tina then at the suitcase she held and then at Tina before settling her eyes back on the suitcase.
"Why do you have a suitcase?" asked Dana, genuinely perplexed. Lifting her gaze to lock eyes with Tina, she continued, "Why do you have a suitcase that has your clothes in it and why are you taking the suitcase to Alice's apartment?"
Releasing a sardonic chuckle, Tina averted her eyes and murmured, "I guess she didn't tell you. I might as well deliver the news myself. I'm going to have to get used to talking about it, after all. Given how fast gossip tends to spread in our community."
"Tina," said Dana hesitantly. She felt her heart sink and she just knew. Something in her knew exactly what Tina was about to say. She knew that she was going to be given yet another example of how love, while bringing happiness, can also cause a limitless amount of pain. "Where's Bette?"
"Bette," Tina spat the name out derisively, "is at the house. She's been having an affair with Candace, the carpenter she hired to work at the CAC. I've left her and Alice is letting me stay at her place. That's why I have a suitcase," drawled Tina with sad and ironic humor while a matching smile formed on her face. Tilting her head to one side, causing a lock of blonde hair to fall in front of hazel eyes, she said, "Any questions?"
There it was. The final nail going into the coffin that contained the Dana/Alice relationship in her mind. If Bette and Tina couldn't make it work how in the world could she manage? Alice she had more confidence in... she would be happy someday. Just not with Dana. Not in romance, anyway. If they were to try that Dana was sure she would mess things up and lose Alice completely.
"I'm sorry, Tina," said Dana starkly. Her expression illustrated sheer exhaustion, as if she had finally surrendered in a long internal struggle and was trying to come to grips with the ramifications. "I thought that you and Bette would make it. That you would be the lucky exception to my rule." Dana opened her mouth to say something more but stopped herself and instead gathered Tina in her arms to murmur in her ear, "Call me if you need anything. I mean anything."
"I will," said Tina. She returned the hug, relishing the strength of her friend. It was when Dana opened the door to her Outback did she think to ask, "What rule?" When Dana didn't immediately turn to reply, Tina took a step forward and called out again, this time louder. "What rule, Dana?"
Keeping her back to Tina, her tan shoulders bunched and her body rigid, Dana spoke soft but steady, somehow loud enough for her friend to hear. "The rule I have about romances." Stepping inside her car to sit behind the wheel, Dana kept the door open and locked a piercing blue gaze on Tina, sorrowful but unwavering in its power. Then she said matter of factly, "They always end."
By the time that Tina could formulate any kind of response, Dana and her car were long gone. Releasing an annoyed sigh, Tina muttered, "That was very dramatic indeed, Miss Dana." Shaking her head, she walked inside, now intent on her new mission of checking on Alice.
When she opened the door to Alice's apartment, Tina was greeted with the sight of her friend sprawled on her incredibly tacky looking couch. She was clad in a pair of worn hip hugger jeans, a faded yellow t-shirt that said in large red block letters 'Bling Bling 100 Grand', and the blue cardigan sweater jacket that she'd been wearing when Tina first left. Sensing Tina's presence or maybe hearing it thanks to the sound of the apartment door opening and closing, Alice lazily moved her right arm from where it rested covering her eyes and peered at Tina.
"How did it go?" asked Alice, concern laced in both her voice and body language. Watching attentively as Tina put down the leather suitcase and realizing the question served the purpose of getting Tina to talk if she felt the need. Because it was fairly evident things hadn't gone well.
"Badly," Tina replied and they shared pained smiles only having the unhappy knowledge of truth could cause. Sitting down on the couch, she lifted Alice's legs to rest them on her lap as she sank onto the ugly plush cushions. Resting her head back against the couch and staring up at the ceiling like she had seen Alice do so many times before, Tina wondered what her friend looked at up there. The only thing she saw were tons of tiny dots. Maybe Alice counted the dots, Tina reasoned. Contemplating the mystery this presented for a few moments, she eventually met inquisitive brown eyes that had been patiently waiting and asked, "Do you want a roommate?"
