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Disclaimer: Not mine. Rating: er... not for the kiddies.
Set: anytime past the first episode with Bester.
Pairing: Susan/Talia
Archive: Please ask.
Notes: I actually began this directly after that episode (I don't remember what it was called), and have now seen up through Divide Loyalties. The frustrating thing is that I don't remember where I was going with this. But I do know that it was going to be short anyway.
I may rip it to shreds at some point and write it again. Right now, I'm irritated with it.
Hah. And Word Perfect doesn't like the word 'telepath'....
Replacements "I'm not a telepath." Susan had said that, at some point. But Talia hadn't listened, hadn't wanted to listen. And it wasn't until now, when it's been months since this began that she begins to understand something. Sometimes, she thinks it's love that bonds her to the dark-haired woman. Love or lust as she's sliding fingers over that skin. Her skin. Mine, she likes to claim in her head while Ivanova shatters into a hundred tiny pieces of soul around them. But it's not. In the dark, when Susan leaves, sliding away, her skin covered again in a dark blue robe, Talia understands the world. This isn't supposed to be love, but there is bitterness seeping in. A bitterness that grips her every time the day-time claims her lover. Every morning she wakes alone. "I can't share the ultimate intimacy with you." The words had hurt, almost, except that it wasn't supposed to be about intimacy. It was about fucking and pleasure and making each other ache for days. Until it was about intimacy, an intimacy so big Talia hid from it. Weariness fills her, some days; she doesn't want to get out of bed. She has a job to do. Routine fills her days: get up, get showered, get dressed for the business of the day. Which isn't pleasure, which isn't even love. It's a hundred thousand petty jealousies and lies coloring her mind until she wants a mental scrub brush to remove them. Garibaldi's overt flirtatiousness is almost a relief. Talia remembers, once, trying to explain to Garibaldi why it was harder for telepaths to be intimate with non-telepaths. She likes to think his eyes glazed over halfway through because he was bored. Never checked. That would be cheating. And wrong. But Susan knows, understands. "Sinclair told me, once," she says. And Talia distracts her from it expertly until they've both forgotten it. My mother was a telepath... It would be so easy. Just slip delicately into Susan's mind. Slide across her memories. See if she actually has no potential (telepathy runs in families, otherwise the Psi Corps wouldn't promote arranged telepathic alliances). Call her on the lie. But that's something she doesn't want to do. Yet. -f- © 2005 ALC Punk! |