Drabble: Broken In (RPF, Ellen/Anna, PG)
Title: Broken In
Author: aphrodite_mine
Summary: The waitress looks like she's thinking about asking for Ellen's autograph. She didn't ask for Anna's. Maybe it's because of the hair.
Notes: Anna Paquin/Ellen Page. Written for brighteyedcat. A sequel of sorts to No Need for Leather. Set a month or two from now, say September, 2008. Minor spoilers for the premise of "True Blood."
It's probably stupid, Anna thinks, to wonder if Ellen recognizes her with the blonde hair. She worries, too, that she'll start talking in a Southern accent. Some echo of Rouge snapping through, Ellen will think, but Anna will know that it's Sookie. Anna will know that it's Sookie, struggling to reach forwards and snatch a stray thought from Ellen's consciousness, growing even more fascinated when she hears nothing.
Anna tries to tell, from her seat tables away, what kind of drink Ellen is ordering. She's too focused on her former coworker's body to catch the snippets that the waitress repeats, imagines that the waitress is too. Ellen looks strong. She's been in... Michigan, Missouri... Wyoming? filming some kind of roller hockey movie. The waitress looks like she's thinking about asking for Ellen's autograph. She didn't ask for Anna's. Maybe it's because of the hair. More likely, it’s because Anna's career peaked at age 11.
Sure enough, the curly-haired ambassador of this upscale coffee house to the stars can't help giving in this once, and Ellen complies, though during her flourish, she looks, smiles at Anna - or, in Anna's direction - through veiled eyes. Anna looks down and picks at her low-cal muffin.
"I like what you've done with your hair," comes Ellen's voice from Anna's left shoulder a moment before the petite girl slides in across from her. She smirks. Anna blushes, embarrassed that she knows the quote immediately.
"Here's where I try to suck the life out of you, right?" Anna pretends to tug off her gloves, feeling silly, but more dangerous. Like Ellen might try anything and Anna wouldn't stop her.
Ellen grins. "Try being the operative word. Didn't you see my sick muscles?" She pushes up a sleeve and strikes a miniature pose, baring her teeth. Anna can't breathe for a moment.
"Oh? I didn't notice." She looks away, popping a bit of muffin between her lips, chewing thoughtfully. She swallows, takes a sip of tea, but does nothing to calm her heart. It's been too long since she's seen Ellen. Too long to really know if noticing is the okay thing to do. Too long since X-Men. There's been Juno, and now there are autographs and even paparazzi. Anna doesn't know if she knows Ellen anymore.
Ellen flags down the waitress, who stares at the chair where Ellen was sitting, looking confused. Ellen gives her a 10 and takes her iced latte, muttering, "Keep the change." Anna makes a move to stand up and leave while she can, but suddenly, Ellen's hand is at Anna's wrist and Anna is frozen in place. "Can we go to your place?"
Anna hesitates. "Or, hey. I've got a hotel room for a few nights if it's an issue." Ellen stands up and shoulders her backpack. "Just to talk, okay?"
Anna looks out the window, sees a man fiddling with his camera. She throws away what's left of her muffin and takes a sip of her tea, thinking. It's been years. She doesn't want to talk. She looks out the window again. Touches Ellen's hair, right above her ear. "Just to talk."
Author: aphrodite_mine
Summary: The waitress looks like she's thinking about asking for Ellen's autograph. She didn't ask for Anna's. Maybe it's because of the hair.
Notes: Anna Paquin/Ellen Page. Written for brighteyedcat. A sequel of sorts to No Need for Leather. Set a month or two from now, say September, 2008. Minor spoilers for the premise of "True Blood."
It's probably stupid, Anna thinks, to wonder if Ellen recognizes her with the blonde hair. She worries, too, that she'll start talking in a Southern accent. Some echo of Rouge snapping through, Ellen will think, but Anna will know that it's Sookie. Anna will know that it's Sookie, struggling to reach forwards and snatch a stray thought from Ellen's consciousness, growing even more fascinated when she hears nothing.
Anna tries to tell, from her seat tables away, what kind of drink Ellen is ordering. She's too focused on her former coworker's body to catch the snippets that the waitress repeats, imagines that the waitress is too. Ellen looks strong. She's been in... Michigan, Missouri... Wyoming? filming some kind of roller hockey movie. The waitress looks like she's thinking about asking for Ellen's autograph. She didn't ask for Anna's. Maybe it's because of the hair. More likely, it’s because Anna's career peaked at age 11.
Sure enough, the curly-haired ambassador of this upscale coffee house to the stars can't help giving in this once, and Ellen complies, though during her flourish, she looks, smiles at Anna - or, in Anna's direction - through veiled eyes. Anna looks down and picks at her low-cal muffin.
"I like what you've done with your hair," comes Ellen's voice from Anna's left shoulder a moment before the petite girl slides in across from her. She smirks. Anna blushes, embarrassed that she knows the quote immediately.
"Here's where I try to suck the life out of you, right?" Anna pretends to tug off her gloves, feeling silly, but more dangerous. Like Ellen might try anything and Anna wouldn't stop her.
Ellen grins. "Try being the operative word. Didn't you see my sick muscles?" She pushes up a sleeve and strikes a miniature pose, baring her teeth. Anna can't breathe for a moment.
"Oh? I didn't notice." She looks away, popping a bit of muffin between her lips, chewing thoughtfully. She swallows, takes a sip of tea, but does nothing to calm her heart. It's been too long since she's seen Ellen. Too long to really know if noticing is the okay thing to do. Too long since X-Men. There's been Juno, and now there are autographs and even paparazzi. Anna doesn't know if she knows Ellen anymore.
Ellen flags down the waitress, who stares at the chair where Ellen was sitting, looking confused. Ellen gives her a 10 and takes her iced latte, muttering, "Keep the change." Anna makes a move to stand up and leave while she can, but suddenly, Ellen's hand is at Anna's wrist and Anna is frozen in place. "Can we go to your place?"
Anna hesitates. "Or, hey. I've got a hotel room for a few nights if it's an issue." Ellen stands up and shoulders her backpack. "Just to talk, okay?"
Anna looks out the window, sees a man fiddling with his camera. She throws away what's left of her muffin and takes a sip of her tea, thinking. It's been years. She doesn't want to talk. She looks out the window again. Touches Ellen's hair, right above her ear. "Just to talk."