We're all prophets sometimes
Title: We're all prophets sometimes
Characters/Pairings: Juliet/Charlotte
Rating: PG
Summary: Somewhere between fatalism and chance, a meeting.
Spoilers: Up to end of S5
Warnings: Slight references to character death.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
A/N: Written for lost_in_108's Challenge #3, Coincidence. Thanks to phelipa for prompting this!
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This is before, or after. Or neither.
(It doesn't matter.)
They meet at the lobby bar, skirting along the edges of the conference's social hour -- what does anthropology have to do with medical research?, she asks, frowning politely.
The woman -- Charlotte -- shrugs, drains the last of her champagne. Just here for the funding, love. She considers Juliet, appraising, eyes travelling the length of her body. Don't I know you from somewhere?
Later -- blouses and sensible shoes and pantyhose tangled across the room's carpet; Juliet pulls her closer, twines fingers with hers (they already feel too cold).
Don't I know you?
(It doesn't matter anymore.)
Characters/Pairings: Juliet/Charlotte
Rating: PG
Summary: Somewhere between fatalism and chance, a meeting.
Spoilers: Up to end of S5
Warnings: Slight references to character death.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
A/N: Written for lost_in_108's Challenge #3, Coincidence. Thanks to phelipa for prompting this!
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This is before, or after. Or neither.
(It doesn't matter.)
They meet at the lobby bar, skirting along the edges of the conference's social hour -- what does anthropology have to do with medical research?, she asks, frowning politely.
The woman -- Charlotte -- shrugs, drains the last of her champagne. Just here for the funding, love. She considers Juliet, appraising, eyes travelling the length of her body. Don't I know you from somewhere?
Later -- blouses and sensible shoes and pantyhose tangled across the room's carpet; Juliet pulls her closer, twines fingers with hers (they already feel too cold).
Don't I know you?
(It doesn't matter anymore.)