To be you can only be with one Ch 19
Title: To be you can only be with one Chapter 19.
Rating: MA
Summary: After the tragic events of episode 104- Silvia wakes up and it's not what she is expecting...
A/N- Sorry it took so long between updates. RL busy ...................... and i miss the pelirroja :(
Hmm, It is sad to watch Pepa without her and it's hard to get motivated to write....anyways hope you're still interested, read and enjoy :D
To be you can only be with one
Chapter 19
Silvia’s senses heightened and she stood up as soon as she saw Marta approaching her; she didn’t want nor need to have a ‘little’ chat with the woman that Pepa had, that Pepa had……………….. she couldn’t even finish that thought, her face cringing as that mere thought tried to break through her subconscious.
“No Sub Inspector Cortez, we don’t, I am not interested in anything you have to say!” Silvia began diplomatically, making a move towards the locked door.
Before she even got half way across the room Marta grabbed her firmly by the arm and blurted out, a little louder than she wanted, “I don’t fucking care what interests you pelirroja, you are not going anywhere.”
Silvia’s eyes widened, if this woman thought she could tell her what to do, much less touch her, she had another thing coming; her fiery temper stirred, her eyes a window to her thoughts, a kindling fire ready to explode at any moment; staring at the cause of her anger she forcefully yanked her arm from Marta’s grip, “Take your fucking hands off me…..now!”
Marta saw the fire in Silvia’s eyes and let go. She put her hands in the air in defence and tried to reason with the redhead, she softened her voice and slumped dejectedly in the nearest chair, “pelirroja can you just sit down por favor, I am not going to hurt you, I just really need to talk to you! I need to understand how….I mean what…um, I just need to talk to you vale …………….and then I will leave you alone?”
Silvia stared precariously at Marta, her mind torn; she could take the easy way out and just leave, keep on walking right out the door, back to Pepa and her papa and her friends, forget that Marta Cortez even existed……..but she did exist and nothing was ‘easy’ about this whole situation. Silvia let out a long audible sigh; her deep soothing breath somewhat reigning in her anger; she had to start piecing her life back together and fighting for what was important to her. She decided that this was as good a place as any to start, Pepa was the most important thing of all, so she indulged Marta…for the moment anyway.
Silvia cautiously sat down, her voice cool and sterile, “Vale, Go ahead, I am listening!”
Marta looked up and waited for eye contact with the redhead before she began, her tone even but assuming, “What happened to you? You were dead. I don’t understand how the hell you just blew back into town, back into to Pepa’s arms …………… just when she was starting to let me in,” tears began to well in Marta’s eyes as she spoke the last sentence, she looked away, desperately trying to keep her composure before continuing stoically, “you left Pepa all alone, she was completed devastated, how could you just leave her like that when you weren’t really ……….um, joder pelirroja, to have her think you were dead all this time? That was sooooo cruel. What did you do, fake your own death or something? Why did you bother coming back? You wrecked my whole fucking life………….and Pepa’s too!”
This line of questioning was insulting, Silvia was insulted…..who the fuck did Marta think she was. She was putting an end to this right then and there, “Marta, I DID NOT fake my own death. While you were here doing god knows what with MY WIFE, I was lying in a coma in a hospital bed. I lost 5 years with Pepa; and my family and friends too by the way….” her voice was demanding, growing louder with each sentence, “so tell me ……….what do you fucking want from me?” whatever patience she started with was fading by the minute.
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Sub Inspector Fernando returned to the interview room, he proceeded to open the door and found it locked. He scratched his head in confusion and called out, banging hard on the door, “Inspector Castro?..................”
When he heard no response, the reinforced steel combined with the two women inside too busy ‘conversing’ with each other making his voice almost impossible to hear, he went looking for the redhead, ‘Great, where the fuck is she now! I should’ve been out of here 2 hours ago’ he was becoming increasingly frustrated by the amount of time he was having to waste at the San Antonio precinct considering all he was there for was a simple de-brief.
He searched the precinct, the lab, the locker room, the tea room and eventually found Pepa, still conversing contently with her colleagues in Don Lorenzo’s office. Pepa noticed the Sub Inspector’s arrival and smiled broadly, expecting Silvia to be walking up the stairs right behind him, “You’re all done Sub Inspector?” she asked with a twinkle in her eye, “that means we are………………..”
Pepa’s smile turned into a look of confusion when she realised her wife was not behind him. He blew out a heavy breath and spoke frustratingly, “Have you seen Inspector Castro, I have looked everywhere? The fucking door to the interview room is locked and no-one answered me when I banged on the door! I have no idea where else to look?”
“Que? Joder?” Pepa furrowed her brow and grew a little concerned. She walked out of the commissioner’s office and down to the interview room, the others following along behind her……. like a heard of sheep. When Pepa walked they walked, when Pepa stopped they stopped, everyone followed, even the commissioner himself limped along behind, curious to see what was going on.
Pepa arrived at the interview room and tried the door too; she banged, and yelled, and placed her ear to the door but she couldn’t hear a damn thing either, no response, nada. Pepa took a moment to think, an idea coming to her, she hurried around to the adjacent room that contained the two way glass mirror.
When she stepped into the room Pepa stopped dead in her tracks, her sudden stop caused Curtis and Jose Luis, who were still following closely behind, to crash into her. Pepa’s feet remained firmly planted on the floor, her eyes staring through the mirror, her mind so immersed that she hardly felt the contact of the two men, she stared and gasped; she felt the blood drain from her face and a sense of panic wash over her entire body, ‘FUCK! What the fuck is Marta doing in there? This is too much for Silvia right now, FUCK, way too much!!!’
“Pelirroja,” without thought Pepa placed the palm of her hand on the mirror and yelled out for Silvia, hoping that by some miracle she would hear her, but her wife couldn’t hear her, she could’ve let off a bomb in there and her wife wouldn’t have heard her; the whole point of that room was to be invisible, unnoticeable, sound proof.
Pepa sat down, her deep brown orbs glued to the mirror, oblivious to the sounds and movements of the people still surrounding her; she leant forward and her forearm brushed against a keyboard, momentarily tearing her away from her deliberate gaze. She looked down and realised what the keyboard was for; she could listen in to what was going on; she turned on the audio, she could hear Silvia, she could hear the tone in her voice, she could hear the intent in Marta’s, and she listened in on the intense conversation, nervous butterflies fluttering around in her stomach, not knowing what to expect.
She spun around to her brother and spoke quickly and decisively, “Paco, I need you to find another key to that door or something to break the fucking thing down….just in case!”
“Si hermana,” Paco and Mariano hurried off mumbling, incoherently to everyone else but themselves, and Don Lorenzo got up and hobbled out too, without a word, Pepa assumed to try and locate another key. Pepa nervously turned her full attention back to her redhead.
The other hombres stayed, they sat silently in the background, depending on the tone of the conversation in the other room they shared nervous, jovial, proud glances at each other; that was until Rita snorted at a comment that Silvia made and Pepa realised they were still there, her tone was nervous but calm as she spoke to them without looking at them, “what the fuck, could you all get out of here por favor. If you want to do something useful go help Paco ….” Pepa waved her hand at the door as Cutis, Rita and Jose Luis realised it was time to leave.
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Marta was going to try every angle she could, one last time, give it everything she had; before she let Pepa Miranda go, “What I want is for you to let Pepa be happy, to let her to move on with her life pelirroja.”
Silvia’s brow furrowed and she looked at Marta in disbelief, “Que?”
Marta continued, obviously oblivious to Silvia’s facial expression, “Do you know what it was like for Pepa when she thought you were dead? She changed, she is a different woman now, you don’t know her anymore, but I do and I love her, she had finally started to move on with her life…….with me.”
Silvia tried to reply but Marta continued, abruptly cutting her off, “She will never love you like she did pelirroja, you know that right, she will never trust herself enough to love you that much again. Losing you once was unbearable for her, it nearly killed her; she would not be able to go through that again and she has a daughter now. She will do it for your daughter…she will guard herself, her heart, you will see!”
Silvia looked at her incredulously, ‘my daughter, how the fuck does she know that?’ Marta grinned smugly at her, “Yes I know Mar is your daughter, Pepa was talking in her sleep one night……………” she paused licking her lips slowly and calculatingly, trying to get a reaction from the redhead, “while she was lying naked in bed, next to me,” she finished with a wink.
It worked, the words seared into Silvia’s brain as soon as they were spoken, her earlier question forgotten; her face turned as crimson as her curly locks and her look conveyed so much fire, it could’ve caused Marta to burst into flames. The thought of Pepa lying naked in bed next to this woman, next to anyone that wasn’t her, clothed or not, had Silvia seeing red.
She knew Pepa had had sex with her, she knew, Pepa had been honest, but it was one thing to hear it from her wife; to hear that it had meant nothing and another to hear it, in any sort of detail, from the woman she was having sex with; somehow it made it more……..real, she wasn’t prepared for it, she couldn’t help it, she was jealous, unbelievably jealous.
Before she exploded into a sea of rage she took a moment to ponder, the choice of words Marta used, ‘Chose your battles pelirroja. Pepa told you that she never spent the night with this woman! Talking in her sleep??? Pepa told you she didn’t, she would not lie to you!’ Silvia felt a sense of calm envelop her as she realised what she was thinking; Marta was lying, she had to be trying to play with her emotions. ‘What the fuck is she up to now?’ Silvia wondered cautiously.
Silvia’s patience was well and truly gone, vanished, kaput; she needed to try blunt with this woman.
The red head shook her head, ‘fuck this’ she was not going to stand here and listen to this, enough was enough……………….and if Marta wanted to try and hurt her emotionally she had much more ammunition that the sub inspector, “You are a fucking liar Marta, Pepa never spent the night with you, she never actually slept with you, unlike you and Pepa………. Pepa and I, we actually talk. You were just basically her booty call!”
Marta stared at Silvia, her mouth agape in disbelief, she stood to her full height and clenched her fists, “you fucking bitch! I was not, Pepa loves me!”
Silvia continued, “I’m sorry ……….well actually I’m not really, but this needs to be said, Pepa does not love you; do you honestly think if I was here, or even if she knew I was alive, she would give you a second look, a second thought?”
Marta spat back, “She fucking did once.”
Silvia shot back with just as much venom, “Yeah and that was before she had me, before she knew what being in love really was. Did she move in with you? Did she want to marry you? Did she look at you…..even once, the way she looks at me every single time she sees me?”
Marta thought for a minute and Silvia hoped she was talking some sense into her, “You seriously need a reality check; you never stood a chance with Pepa Miranda.”
“Yeah well…….”Marta started to respond but Silvia continued, she spoke determinedly and passionately, she wanted to put an end to this ‘little’ chat right then, enough was enough, “And just so you know Sub Inspector………….if Pepa can’t love me as much as she used to, I will deal with that, WE will deal with that. It is not your fucking concern. I don’t expect you to understand but as different as Pepa may be now, I still love her more than anything…… I am still in love with my wife!” she stared Marta right in the eyes and the words rolled right off her tongue, “you really want Pepa to be happy? She is, we are going to spend the rest of our lives together, me, my wife and our daughter…..in good times and in bad; and I don’t care how many bad times we have to go through because I am here, I came back to her, for her…and that is all that really matters.”
Pepa sat in the adjacent room, still listening intently to every single word; she heard Silvia’s declaration and sighed, ‘si, it is all that really matters’ a smile radiated from her lips lighting up her whole face as she thought contently to herself, ‘dios, I love that woman!’
Silvia walked right up into Marta’s personal space, their faces only inches apart, her stare icy and her voice calm and steady, “Sub inspector Cortez, I will tell you this once and once only, Pepa Miranda is my wife …….so back the fuck off vale.”
Marta was insistent, unable to comprehend the words that forcefully spewed from Silvia’s lips, “She is not your wife anymore, have you even told anyone you are alive yet, you know officially alive…….and from what I heard you ‘died’ before you even consummated your marriage.”
Silvia smiled wryly recalling the night she had just spent with Pepa, ‘well we have now’ she thought contently to herself, the response not lost on Marta, before the red head let her have it, “You do not fucking listen do you? She is my wife!!!!!!!!”
“No she’s not,” Marta put both hands on Silvia’s chest and roughly pushed her away. Silvia was caught off guard and momentarily stumbled backwards.
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Pepa stood up the second that Marta touched her wife, she heard and saw enough of what was going on to know that this little chat was about to turn nasty, she knew both these women and she knew how fiery they both could be. She knew Silvia could look after herself, well she used to be able to look after herself, but she had been in a comatose state for 5 long years, who knows what effect that had on her body……and her mind, ‘fuck!’ Pepa had to get in that room, she had to get their attention somehow!
She ran around to the door and started banging, so hard that her knuckles soon became bloody and raw, “Silvia….open the door, can you hear me? Por favor princesa, “but it was to no avail, the two women immersed in their own little world, ‘where the fuck are you Paco?’ she thought to herself while she continued to pound the paint off the door.
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“Yes she is, and I told you not to fucking touch me!” Silvia quickly regained her balance; she raised her hand and slapped Marta hard across the face, the sound echoing through the whole room!
Marta’s face turned sharply left and it took her a few seconds for her to recover, “Oh no you didn’t you, you, you…………bitch!”
Marta grabbed a handful of Silvia’s curly red locks and tugged violently, Silvia grimaced as Marta dragged her closer to the mirror, her voice filled with contempt as she showed Silvia her own reflection, “You see that pelirroja……” Marta started but Silvia spun around and punched her in the stomach, Marta let go of the redhead’s silky locks and bent over in pain.
She recovered pretty quickly and stood back up grabbing hold of Silvia’s tank top as the red head walked towards the door. Silvia turned to face her; as their eyes met Marta raised her left fist and punched Silvia square across the jaw.
Silvia grabbed Marta’s shirt with both hands and pulled her forcefully towards her, the strength of the jolt popping off Marta’s buttons and ripping half her shirt off; Silvia clenched her left hand and punched Marta back, across the cheek; the indentation of her wedding ring visible on the already swelling area. The Sub Inspector fell backwards onto the floor, not expecting such a forceful impact, ‘fuck the redhead is stronger than I thought’ she thought as she brought Silvia, who was still grabbing hold of what was left of her shirt, along with her.
They started slapping and punching each other, rolling around on the carpet, trying to gain the upper hand with each other, both women beginning to work up a sweat, tiny droplets of water appeared on Silvia’s forehead and on Marta’s brow; both women’s breathing had becoming quicker and more laboured; Marta ended up on top, her hands pinning Silvia’s arms while her body shielded her legs, she whispered shamelessly into Silvia’s ear, “I bet Pepa doesn’t come screaming your name like she does with me pelirroja?”
Silvia glared vehemently at the dark haired woman, the kindling fire finally exploding as she used all her strength and topped Marta, this time it was the red head pinning Marta down, “Well you will never hear that again bitch, because all she will be doing from now on is screaming my name over and over again! You fucking hear me!”
Silvia stuck her knee into Marta’s thigh, as she attempted to escape the restraints Silvia had her in, making sure to give her a painful corky. Silvia quickly rose to her feet leaving Marta rubbing the throbbing muscle frantically. Marta eventually got up breathing heavily, sucking in long deep angry breaths, attempting to slow her heart rate down.
Silvia spoke a little breathlessly, her lungs were working overtime too, “Just leave it be Cortez, you will not achieve anything! I may not be as tough as you or as statuesque, you may think you can take me on, but I fight for what is mine!”
“Yeah well I do to!” Marta stared determinedly at Silvia.
“Go find something that is your’s then. Pepa is not your’s, she is mine………….. look!” Silvia shoved her left hand in Marta’s face, her wedding ring adoring her finger, “just leave us be por favor.”
Marta just wouldn’t give up; she grabbed Silvia’s tank top again and pulled Silvia aggressively towards her, her other hand pulling on Silvia’s curly red locks trying to force her back onto the floor. Silvia had had enough of this; she spun around 360 degrees, clenched her fist and swung as hard and fast as she could connecting with Marta’s lower chin. Marta fell to the floor like a ton of bricks ………………….and she didn’t move. Silvia stood there for a minute and she still didn’t move. A sense of panic overtook her as she cautiously leant over and checked Marta’s vitals, “Phew,” Silvia took a deep breath, Marta was fine just passed out.
“BANG, BANG, BANG” suddenly the noises surrounding her rang through her ears, like the world suddenly came back into focus, the noises originating from the direction of the door; she knew it would most likely be Pepa who was trying to get in, and right now she really wanted to see her wife, to hold her wife, to collapse her sore weary body into her wife’s arms and let the world fade away.…..let Marta Cortez fade away anyway.
She smiled warmly at the thought and slowly walked towards the door, “Pepa, Pepa, can you hear me?” she could feel drops of moisture running down her chin, she swiped at them with her tongue, the saliva stinging her injured lip, she instantly knew it was a cut, she was bleeding, “Ouch….” She looked over at Marta who was still unconscious on the floor, ‘well, I suppose it could be worse; I could be the one passed out on the floor’
Just before she reached out to take the handle she heard a loud audible yell, just barely, it sounded like Paco, “Stand clear!” She hastily retreated and took cover under the hard wood table as the door fell with a tremendous thud.
Pepa stood in the doorway, a sledgehammer in her hands; the dust cleared from the door crashing to the ground and the brunette saw her wife approaching her, smiling lovingly at her, relief predominant on her entire face, a little bruised and bloody …………but ok; Silvia’s arms were outstretched to envelop her …………….and then Pepa saw Marta getting up, lunging at her wife from behind. Before Pepa was able to react or even warn Silvia about the impending contact, Marta jumped on the back of Silvia causing her to loose her balance and fall forward, on the way down her head hit the corner of the hard wood table that sat in the middle of the room.
Pepa screamed, “Noooo….pelirroja!” she ran to her wife. She knelt above her and saw the red thick liquid pooling below her head. Her fear took over and she got back up searching the room, desperately searching…………. and finding what she was looking for.
She looked at Marta, her eyes boring into her, full of hatred and despair; her loathsome words followed, “If anything happens to MY WIFE I am going to kill you! You hear me….? You are a fucking DEAD woman Marta?”
Marta looked down at Silvia’s limp, lifeless body, afraid of what she had done. She tugged on Pepa’s arm, Pepa yanking her limb away in disgust, “I’m so sorry, It was…………. it was an accident Pepa, I’m so sorry…I’m so sorry.”
Pepa ignored Marta, she didn’t want to hear it, she didn’t want to hear anything except the sweet sound of her wife’s voice; she needed to focus on Silvia, lying hurt and seemingly unconscious or worse on the floor; Pepa’s face turned as white as a ghost, she could feel the blood draining from her entire body, she felt like she was going to faint…….. or die, her heart was going to instantaneously combust on her right there and then; she couldn’t lose her redhead again, she just couldn’t.
She hesitantly knelt down over her wife and saw the blood trickling from her head, she ripped a piece of material off her shirt and pressed it firmly to her wife’s wound; a worried tear trickled down her cheek as she ran her finger softly over her wife’s bloody cut lip, “Silvia, princesa…………por favor, be ok, por favor!”
END OF CHAPTER…………………………………………
Ok so not quite the end *ducks from flying tomatoes*… there is too much angst in the new season to leave a cliffy soooooo….. :D
Cont……………………………..
Silvia’s eyes fluttered open, her surroundings coming back into focus; she slowly moved her hand up to clutch her pounding head. Pepa stared at Silvia as tears of relief flowed down her reddening cheeks, “Are you….are you ok princesa?” she spoke softly and lovingly.
Silvia looked up at Pepa, her face grimaced in pain, her expression unreadable, “Um, where am I? Who are you?”
“Que?” Pepa stared in horror and dismay; she didn’t quite believe what she heard. Silvia’s lips curved into a huge grin, and she extended her arm gripping Pepa’s neck tightly, “lo siento carino, lo siento, I am just kidding. I am ok! My head is a bit sore but I am ok. Where is that fucking ex lover of yours?” her eyes darted around the room in search of Marta.
Pepa smiled and hugged Silvia ferociously, “I don’t know and I really don’t care!”
Silvia pulled back from her wife and stared into entrancing brown eyes, smiling, ‘Hmm, I don’t either…”
Marta stood in the background, relieved that Silvia was ok, scared at what had nearly happened. Pepa gently cupped Silvia’s cheek; their eyes reluctant to leave each others as she slowly leant down and planted a soft, tender kiss on her wife’s injured lips. Silvia initially winced in pain and Pepa pulled back apologetically, “lo siento princesa, are you sure you are ok?” Silvia slowly opened her eyes and smiled lovingly at the brunette, “come here Pepa,” she purred as she pulled Pepa’s lips back onto hers, the sensational feeling of her wife’s moist lips on her own overriding any pain her injury was causing her.
Their tender lip lock was interrupted by Don Lorenzo as he abruptly entered the room, “Joder….you got in I see,” he stared irritably at Paco, “what, you couldn’t wait five more fucking minutes for me Inspector Miranda…..” as he held the spare key up in his fingers and shook his head, looking at the collapsed door laying on the floor.
Paco just pointed at Silvia and Don Lorenzo’s face immediately softened as he saw his daughter lying on the floor in her wife’s arms; Pepa was checking her head wound to ensure it had stopped bleeding. He immediately went over and crouched down next to Silvia, aggravating his injured foot, speaking through his pain, “are you ok hija? What the fuck happened in here?”
“Si papa, I’m ok, just an accident; as far as what happened in here,” Silvia looked at Pepa and smiled cheekily, “you interrupted me….. kissing my wife, that’s what happened!”
Pepa chuckled, she couldn’t help it and Silvia lifted her head slightly bringing their lips back together for a quick affectionate kiss. Don Lorenzo couldn’t help but turn his frown into a smile too.
“So, has the bleeding stopped Pepa?” Silvia asked as she gently put her hand over her wife’s that was still holding her throbbing head.
Pepa responded simply, “si, pelirroja.”
Silvia groaned as she tried to move, her head pounding and spinning at the same time, “Can you help me get up then, por favor, carino? I need a mirror and a medical kit, so I can check out my wound.”
Pepa and Don Lorenzo helped Silvia to her feet, they both knew there was no point in protesting; once she was upright Silvia felt a little unsteady, but Pepa held onto her tight, she wrapped her arms around her wife’s waist and let her body sink into her. Once Silvia had regained her senses Pepa looked deeply into intoxicating brown eyes and spoke determinedly, “princesa, you have two choices, I will get our medic here to look at you or we can go home and get Maca to have a look. Either way YOU are not diagnosing yourself vale.”
Silvia could see that Pepa meant business, she could see the determination and the concern in her wife’s eyes, “vale Pepa, let’s go see your medic. I’d like to meet this person who is now doing my job….”
Marta watched the two women, the events that unfolded in the short space of time, and she couldn’t help but see, for the first time she really looked and she saw the twinkle in Pepa’s eye, the happiness in her smile, the love, she had never seen Pepa that happy before. Sadly she had to let her go……….she finally realised that Pepa Miranda was already taken, long before she had even set eyes on her all those years ago, she already belonged to someone else; as much as she tried, as much as she loved her, she had always belonged with her pelirroja.
While Pepa helped Silvia to the lab, Marta slipped out and went home to start packing……….
REALLY THE END OF CHAPTER…