nikki/helen | shortfic | even if i were
Title: Even If I Were
Author: monocycle
Pairing: Helen/Nikki
Rating: None
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Shed, not me.
Words: 214
Spoilers: The Potting Shed Incident.
Notes: Nikki POV musing on Tittygate. Can you tell I have essays to write? All critique/commentary welcome, either here or preferably here on my journal.
So I'm sitting there, and you're telling me off as though I'm a school kid, because Christ knows I don't already feel like a total idiot. Not for what I thought, though - upsets me 'for some odd reason' my arse; you knew - you knew and you've been using it for months.
It's all for my own good. All for 'professional reasons' - help you 'or the Old Boys' Club wins', do Open University 'for me' (for you, Helen, anything), be a good girl on Enhanced.
So you're scolding me, reminding me that I might be Head Prefect, but you're still Headmistress. And then you don't know it, but you say something else and everything changes.
Nikki, even if I were attracted to you, which I'm not...
Oh, Helen. Helen Helen Helen. You've thought about it. You've thought about it, and I know what a sad bastard it makes me, but we all need something to hold onto in here, and that's mine.
What's yours? Your posh greenhouse-grown boyfriend? Sorry, sorry, fiancé. Does he listen and hold you in his skinny, floppy arms and make it all go away? Do you run your hands through his shiny, floppy hair and tell him you love him? Do you love him?
Sorry to have caused you so much trouble, miss. ...Helen.