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    Provocations Linger-Chapter 2

    “A scotch, please,” she answered aloud. She took in the handsome young man serving her and decided he looked fifteen.

      Furtively, she glanced around the cabin and was very pleased to see that with only a few minutes left before take off the front cabin still had plenty of empty seating, most prominently the aisle seats next to her and Tina.

    Tina heard Bette’s scotch order and shook her head as she reached for her own glass of Cabernet. She was happy to have a few moments to herself to collect her thoughts. They had a long flight ahead of them.

                                  ***************

     
    Tina’s phone signaled a text message.

    “That just made it in under the wire,” she thought, hoping it wasn’t bad news from work. If there were problems, there wasn’t much she could do about it till tomorrow. The Pilot would be requesting all cells be turned off soon.

    Retrieving her phone from her bag Tina noted the Los Angeles area code displayed. She blinked. Bette Porter. The thought flashed into her mind that Bette still kept her number in her cell.

    She opened the text:

     “Hi Tina. I just sent Alice a one-sentence note telling her we’re on the same flight to New York. The six hour wait may kill her.”

    Tina’s giggle from two rows behind her, made Bette’s heart skip.

      The text continued: “Tina, I know this is beyond strange. If you’d like to set ‘ground rules’ I’ll follow them. If you are more comfortable, I’m pretty sure we could have a wonderful time just talking about our friends, our jobs, and our lives! I know from the girls that you have done some foster parenting and I would love to hear more about that from you. I would absolutely be up for that. But also, if you are up for it, I would like to talk about our past as well?   It is completely up to you. I’ll follow your lead. I couldn’t be any happier to see you. Yours, Bette.”

    Tina stared at her phone for several seconds after re-reading the message, a cautious smile playing on her lips as she typed her response.

    “Bette. I wrote Alice too. Some things never change I guess. Come sit with me. I’ll buy you a drink. Tina.”

                                    ******************

    2008- West Hollywood, Alice and Dana’s Bungalow

    “You have got to be fucking kidding me,” Alice said outloud. She was staring intently at her Blackberry wearing only boxers and her glasses.

    Dana looked at her over her own reading glasses and smiled. “Yes?” she indulged her.

    “Oh my gawd! They both wrote! It’s true!” the blonde squeaked.

    Dana waited patiently knowing Alice would share eventually.

    The blonde starting dialing furiously, first Bette, than Tina’s numbers trying to reach one of them before the flight left. Both times she was sent straight to voice mail. A glance at the clock confirmed they were in the air.

    “Fuck and fuck- this is interesting.” She looked up at Dana and smiled happily, nodding.

    “I’m sure it’s fascinating, Alice. Anytime you care to tell me I’m all ears,” Dana teased. They were stretched out in bed with one cat, several magazines, a paperback and Alice’s phone. Dana had joined Alice in her night owl habits now that she no longer had to train at the crack of dawn.

    Alice cleared a path to her lover and squeezed her in excitement.

    “You are not going to believe where Bette and Tina are right now,” she grinned happily.

    “Bette and Tina? Are you kidding me?” The brunette flipped her magazine across the room, and turned her whole body toward Alice.
    “Go ahead,” she nodded. Alice had her complete attention.

                               *********************

    TBC
     

     

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    Comments

    1. Again my computer eats page three? I am going to take this thing in to be fixed…I can’t keep having this happen, it’s killing me!!!!!! I love this story!!

    2. HOw is it that all you fanfic writers seem to be having problems with page three. Hello where is it. Love this, I’m counting on this being a story in our favor.

    3. ROFLMAO at Sgt. Mags! Zu, email me and let me know if you have any issues with that formatting and logging in again. The story per usual, is very addictive. Off to look for the Page 3 Monster Eater! LOL

    4. Completely hooked! Just read both chapters and can’t wait for the next. Love the format of past and present… wonderful job with handling that final scene.

    5. I am loving this…I really like the stories that are set after season 1…I like the other Tibette stories too but I really like the ones set at this time with them working their way back after provocations. Please keep posting.

    6. How wonderful, Bette & Tina can be each other’s in-flight entertainment.You know what’s better than 2 pages + 1 missing page? 6 pages + 1 missing page. I think the gremlins took page 3, Mogwai Stripe need something new for his mohawk. You know I love this, post soon!

    7. I also felt that the show dropped the ball on a number of occasions. The first being that night. I am going to enjoy this story while learning how they have moved on or pushed everything to the back of their minds. There is still a lot of emotions between Bette and Tina and I can’t wait to see that played out.

    8. I’m re-reading. Thank you for letting Dana live. I’m loving this. After The Scene, Tina seemed so resolute – and Bette knew it. She knew it was as over then as it would be 4 years from now (then).

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