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Fringe fic: Not Waiting a Thousand Years, Astrid/Olivia, PG
disclaimer: not mine
rating: PG
characters: noir!versions of Olivia Dunham and Astrid Farnsworth.
pairing: Esther(Astrid)/Olivia
length: 700 words (I tried making it longer, and... there really wasn't more length to it)
set: prior to where the story starts in the episode.
spoilers: 'Brown Betty', if only in setting and tone.
notes: I think I actually wrote this right after the episode aired, then forgot about it. oops.
Not Waiting a Thousand Years
by ALC Punk!
A single lamp lit the room, the light yellow and faded at the edges. Esther could see the shadows, and wondered how to dispel them. Maybe they were simply echoes of the mood from the woman in front of her. The woman who had just fired her, not that Esther was trying to acknowledge that as the truth. Not yet, anyway, not until she'd argued and cajoled, reasoned with and exhausted allof her options.
"Come on, Olivia, don't do this." Esther had been pleading with her boss for over an hour But Detective Dunham was firm in her resolve. She was leaving the business, and Esther feared that Olivia was doing it for stupid reasons. Plus, Esther really needed the job. "You know this is your first love."
"Love don't matter anymore," muttered Dunham in reply. She was slumped behind her desk, lit cigar in one hand, the ash falling to the floor. It'd been a present from a client, back when she'd first started. Now had seemed a good a time as any to start a disgusting habit. There was a glass of bourbon near her other hand, half-empty and about to get even emptier. That wasn't an old habit, not by any means.
Visions of Olivia Dunham in ten years, broken and drunk, slipped through the room and Esther shivered at the idea that Olivia could destroy herself like that. Sometimes, she thought the only thing that kept Olivia from that dark spiral was the detective work. Changing people's lives changed Olivia, kept her from seeing the bleakness under the surface of the world.
Esther snorted, and thought about taking the bottle away. Last time, though, Olivia had practically smacked her. "That's a load of nonsense, and you know it."
Taking a risk, Esther moved around the desk and grabbed the cigar, stubbing it out on the edge of the desk. The wood was already battered and scarred, one more burn wouldn't mar it. Olivia tilted her head back, her eyes shadowed and dark.
She looked so lost that Esther reached out a hand, touching her cheek. "You got me, after all."
The words were too loaded, and for an instant, Esther thought about taking them back. She swallowed and opened her mouth to do just that when Olivia's laugh cut through her. Harsh and short, the sound made Esther drop her hand. "Don't even try sweet-talking me. This is over."
"Is it?" Esther felt her temper flare. "Because you want it over?"
"There never was anything," snapped Olivia, her tone cold. But her hand was shaking when she grabbed the glass of bourbon.
"Maybe there wasn't." It was an easy thing to admit to cowardice. Esther swallowed her own sudden panic, then leaned down and kissed Olivia, tasting the alcohol on her mouth and wondering if she'd had worse ideas.
Probably.
But kissing her boss had always been an idea at the back of her mind, one she'd held at bay. Her boss, after all. But right now, there wasn't anything to lose, and Esther was feeling reckless. Olivia Dunham had swept into her life like a well-organized whirlwind, and Esther refused to let her sweep out without a lot of protest. Even if it meant destroying their working relationship, detailing her personal fantasy about Olivia's desk, and getting tossed out on her behind.
Her frustration turned to surprise when Dunham's hand reached up and touched her cheek, and then Olivia was kissing her back.
Esther pulled her mouth away, straightening and knowing she was warm from embarrassment and something else. "Olivia, I--"
Catching her hand, Olivia shook her head. The bleakness was gone from her eyes--they were still cloudy, but there was also something like hope in them. "Thank you, but you don't have to..."
Don't have to what? Esther almost laughed, and she knew there wouldn't be humor in it. She struggled for a moment with a thousand and one things she'd always wanted to say to the woman before her. Sucking in a breath, Esther smiled, then licked her lips, letting her uncertainty show. This would take both of them. "I want to."
Olivia touched the fabric of Esther's pants, fingers warm against the leg beneath. "I... I don't know what to say."
"Don't say anything." Esther took Olivia's hand and turned it, kissing her palm. She could do this; she could convince Olivia not to give up. Not yet, maybe not ever. She settled herself more firmly on the desk. "Just trust me."
"Always have," whispered Olivia before she stood up and leaned forward, her mouth finding Esther's.
Swinging her hand sideways, Esther turned off the light.
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rating: PG
characters: noir!versions of Olivia Dunham and Astrid Farnsworth.
pairing: Esther(Astrid)/Olivia
length: 700 words (I tried making it longer, and... there really wasn't more length to it)
set: prior to where the story starts in the episode.
spoilers: 'Brown Betty', if only in setting and tone.
notes: I think I actually wrote this right after the episode aired, then forgot about it. oops.
Not Waiting a Thousand Years
by ALC Punk!
A single lamp lit the room, the light yellow and faded at the edges. Esther could see the shadows, and wondered how to dispel them. Maybe they were simply echoes of the mood from the woman in front of her. The woman who had just fired her, not that Esther was trying to acknowledge that as the truth. Not yet, anyway, not until she'd argued and cajoled, reasoned with and exhausted allof her options.
"Come on, Olivia, don't do this." Esther had been pleading with her boss for over an hour But Detective Dunham was firm in her resolve. She was leaving the business, and Esther feared that Olivia was doing it for stupid reasons. Plus, Esther really needed the job. "You know this is your first love."
"Love don't matter anymore," muttered Dunham in reply. She was slumped behind her desk, lit cigar in one hand, the ash falling to the floor. It'd been a present from a client, back when she'd first started. Now had seemed a good a time as any to start a disgusting habit. There was a glass of bourbon near her other hand, half-empty and about to get even emptier. That wasn't an old habit, not by any means.
Visions of Olivia Dunham in ten years, broken and drunk, slipped through the room and Esther shivered at the idea that Olivia could destroy herself like that. Sometimes, she thought the only thing that kept Olivia from that dark spiral was the detective work. Changing people's lives changed Olivia, kept her from seeing the bleakness under the surface of the world.
Esther snorted, and thought about taking the bottle away. Last time, though, Olivia had practically smacked her. "That's a load of nonsense, and you know it."
Taking a risk, Esther moved around the desk and grabbed the cigar, stubbing it out on the edge of the desk. The wood was already battered and scarred, one more burn wouldn't mar it. Olivia tilted her head back, her eyes shadowed and dark.
She looked so lost that Esther reached out a hand, touching her cheek. "You got me, after all."
The words were too loaded, and for an instant, Esther thought about taking them back. She swallowed and opened her mouth to do just that when Olivia's laugh cut through her. Harsh and short, the sound made Esther drop her hand. "Don't even try sweet-talking me. This is over."
"Is it?" Esther felt her temper flare. "Because you want it over?"
"There never was anything," snapped Olivia, her tone cold. But her hand was shaking when she grabbed the glass of bourbon.
"Maybe there wasn't." It was an easy thing to admit to cowardice. Esther swallowed her own sudden panic, then leaned down and kissed Olivia, tasting the alcohol on her mouth and wondering if she'd had worse ideas.
Probably.
But kissing her boss had always been an idea at the back of her mind, one she'd held at bay. Her boss, after all. But right now, there wasn't anything to lose, and Esther was feeling reckless. Olivia Dunham had swept into her life like a well-organized whirlwind, and Esther refused to let her sweep out without a lot of protest. Even if it meant destroying their working relationship, detailing her personal fantasy about Olivia's desk, and getting tossed out on her behind.
Her frustration turned to surprise when Dunham's hand reached up and touched her cheek, and then Olivia was kissing her back.
Esther pulled her mouth away, straightening and knowing she was warm from embarrassment and something else. "Olivia, I--"
Catching her hand, Olivia shook her head. The bleakness was gone from her eyes--they were still cloudy, but there was also something like hope in them. "Thank you, but you don't have to..."
Don't have to what? Esther almost laughed, and she knew there wouldn't be humor in it. She struggled for a moment with a thousand and one things she'd always wanted to say to the woman before her. Sucking in a breath, Esther smiled, then licked her lips, letting her uncertainty show. This would take both of them. "I want to."
Olivia touched the fabric of Esther's pants, fingers warm against the leg beneath. "I... I don't know what to say."
"Don't say anything." Esther took Olivia's hand and turned it, kissing her palm. She could do this; she could convince Olivia not to give up. Not yet, maybe not ever. She settled herself more firmly on the desk. "Just trust me."
"Always have," whispered Olivia before she stood up and leaned forward, her mouth finding Esther's.
Swinging her hand sideways, Esther turned off the light.
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I loved every line of angsty, femslashy goodness :)
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