This isn’t for everybody, Helen knew it from day one.

The first time she was looking into her own eyes - so tired, so guilty, so lost, so… old - she couldn’t find her voice for minutes. But it gave her a chance to make things right, to keep things right and the shock of meeting her alter ego from a world she hoped never to experience soon ( Read more... )

“I heard you were the queen tonight.”

Jenny held still as her maid opened her tight corset with experienced fingers and she forced a small smile on her face but it looked artificial and insincere.

“Which of your gossipy friends told you this time, Abby?” she asked, not really interested but grateful for the simple pleasure of talking to ( Read more... )

She doesn’t like it. Not really. But no one understands. Connor watches her with fear in his eyes, Becker is simply pissed, Cutter doesn’t even notice. Lester tells her to stop wearing short-sleeved shirts. They think it’s about the pain, about being dominated, about reliving what her stepfather had done to her but all that’s rubbish. Christine ( Read more... )

“This is ridiculous! You’ve repacked six times already.”

“It’s not as easy as it looks, Abby” Jenny frowns at the huge pile of clothes on the bed.

“It’s an anomaly like all the rest. You just have to lock it.”

“It’s in Egypt.” Sarah’s Egypt.

“This is ridiculous!” Becker shakes his head in disbelief.

“Blue dress or red?” Sarah asks, ( Read more... )

“Is this really how you want to spend our day off?” Jenny groans in frustration but all the answer she gets is an annoyed “Shhh” from Sarah who is cosily cuddled up in a blanket on the couch, watching TV still in her pyjamas, munching popcorn happily.

“She’s not that hot,” Jenny mumbles, earning a shocked death glare from her lover.

“That’s ( Read more... )

It started with the reluctant acceptance of a cold, professional offer. No, if Christine was honest with herself she had to admit that it had started with their first heated, angry kiss in a windowless interrogation room. But she’d stopped being honest with herself the day she had walked out on James years ago. Maybe it was this unconventional ( Read more... )

No.

No Goddammit.

Eyes closed, the smiling face now sharp, white, and infinitely beautiful, just like the Venetian masks Sarah’s mother used to be so fond of. Her heart is racing with the speed of light as if to make up for the stillness of Jenny’s. Cutter is holding one of the lifeless hands and Sarah instinctively grabs the other one ( Read more... )