Drabbletag5, Orphan Black, Alison/Angie, fierce bitch
Title: Target
Author: Temari778
Fandom: Orphan Black
Pairing: Alison/Angie
Rating: PG
Prompt: Fierce bitch
Word Count: 224
Summary: Alison won't be the loser in this game.
There was a better word to describe Angie other than a fierce bitch, but Alison didn't have time to think about that.
Without a second thought, ok maybe one (she's a cop, her Inner Alison reminded her earnestly, she's armed) she grabs for the can of mace in her leather handbag, ready to use it like it was a gun.
"I won't hesitate to use this on a woman," Alison informs her through gritted teeth.
Angie eyes narrow suspiciously, but Alison could tell she was a bit surprised. "You wouldn't. I'm not here to hurt--"
"Get the hell out of here," Alison cuts in with a snarl. "Stay away from my family. You have no right to be here."
Angie straightens her posture, so much so she looked like a statue, her red lips a thin line. "Are you afraid I'll figure out you're a clone? Because I already know."
Alison doesn't care about that anymore, and says as much. "I don't care. You think I don't know you've been spying on us in that ugly van? Because I know." She lowers the mace with a smile. "I don't think your bosses would be very happy if I reported this to them."
Angie pales considerably under her blush, suddenly looking off balance.
Alison's smile morphs into a smirk. "Get lost. And don't come back."
Author: Temari778
Fandom: Orphan Black
Pairing: Alison/Angie
Rating: PG
Prompt: Fierce bitch
Word Count: 224
Summary: Alison won't be the loser in this game.
There was a better word to describe Angie other than a fierce bitch, but Alison didn't have time to think about that.
Without a second thought, ok maybe one (she's a cop, her Inner Alison reminded her earnestly, she's armed) she grabs for the can of mace in her leather handbag, ready to use it like it was a gun.
"I won't hesitate to use this on a woman," Alison informs her through gritted teeth.
Angie eyes narrow suspiciously, but Alison could tell she was a bit surprised. "You wouldn't. I'm not here to hurt--"
"Get the hell out of here," Alison cuts in with a snarl. "Stay away from my family. You have no right to be here."
Angie straightens her posture, so much so she looked like a statue, her red lips a thin line. "Are you afraid I'll figure out you're a clone? Because I already know."
Alison doesn't care about that anymore, and says as much. "I don't care. You think I don't know you've been spying on us in that ugly van? Because I know." She lowers the mace with a smile. "I don't think your bosses would be very happy if I reported this to them."
Angie pales considerably under her blush, suddenly looking off balance.
Alison's smile morphs into a smirk. "Get lost. And don't come back."