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    What If?

    Story written on March 18, 2007 by pseud.
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    Story Shortlink: https://lesfan.com/?p=64998
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    An AU take on B/T at the end of Season 2.

     

    While Tina steadied herself on her feet, she pulled Bette’s arm around her back. “I promise. And you? The same?”

     

    Bette nodded, “The same.”

     

    As the women exited the room, Tina steered them to the main portion of the house, towards the table. Bette hadn’t noticed when she entered, but a thin box sat atop the table.

     

    “What’s this?”

     

    “I wasn’t sure how to bring this up.”

     

    “Bring what up?”

     

    Tina sat herself heavily into the chair, indicating that Bette should take the seat next to hers. “Remember when Melvin thought I was your mother.”

     

    Bette fought against the tears welling up in her eyes at the memory. For a moment, she thought that her father was finally accepting Tina’s place in her life. “I remember.”

     

    “Shhh, it’s okay.” Tina reached out and stroked Bette’s cheek. “I know you don’t remember much about your mother.”

     

    “After she left, he hid all the pictures. Destroyed them, I guess. I have an image of her, a few scant memories.”

     

    “When our baby is born, I want her to know her past, her history.” Tina scooted the box towards Bette. “That’s why I got this.” She removed the lid from the box.

     

    Bette’s eyes widened as she gazed at the portrait within, an older, formal portrait in a classic frame. Her fingertips traced over the features of the woman pictured. “This is incredible. Where did you find this?”

     

    “I’ve had it. I just wasn’t sure what I wanted to do with it.”

     

    “You’ve had it? For how long?”

     

    “I don’t know.” Tina gave a shrug. For a long time. “I wasn’t sure –”

     

    “You weren’t sure about what?” Bette’s voice was becoming more strained; tight with tension. “Where did you get this from?”

     

    “Bette, relax.”

     

    “I am relaxed.” Bette bit off each word. “But tell me why you’ve been hiding this picture.” Bette gestured towards box as she made the statement.

     

    “Bette, remember how you said that someday you’d like to meet my mother? The one who doesn’t approve of my ‘lifestyle’? Bette Porter,” this time Tina gestured towards the box, “meet my mother.”

     

    “That’s not possible.” Bette’s eyes widened at the possibilities.

     

    “What’s not possible? That I have a mother?” Tina’s tears fell freely. These days her emotions were always so close to the surface. And this, this unprovoked attack by Bette. When all she was trying to do was share her history with her partner.

     

    “T, I haven’t seen many images, perhaps, but I do know that this one’s a picture of my mother.”

     

    “That’s not possible.” Tina echoed Bette’s sentiment. “Is it?” she added in a whispered voice.

     

    The two women looked at each other, and then at the picture.

     

    Silence entered the room as the realization of what this implied descended upon each woman; the portrait between them, its voiceless subject the situation’s only witness.

     

    (the end)

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    10. I’m sorry, but that totally cracked me up. I’m still sitting here laughing, but geez, that would be *such* a disaster… (still laughing). Nice one, pseud.

    13. OMG, you better hurry up and post because you have tweaked my interest. It is a possibility that this situation could take place. Would they have to break up, I hope not and that would mean that Bette is a part of their daughter. I am really looking forward to this story.

    14. I haven’t had a chance to read much or hardly catch the show this season and I saw your name and just had to take the time and WOW WOW WOW. Absolutely hair raising, eyeball bugging, whiplash inducing, and bunches of other stuff. You are amazing! You made my sorry month.

    20. when i read the first page, i was like, “oh for fuck sake, you are not going there”. then i read the next page, and what do you know, there you went. that is soooooooo twisted. i really hope it’s her step-mom because it would really suck otherwise.

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