HEAT WAVE

THE FOREVER THING INTERLUDE 2

by maven

STANDARD DISCLAIMER: Constant c Productions and Amblin Television in association with Warner Bros. Television, NBC and probably a slew of other people have prior claim.  Anyone you don't recognize comes from my imagination.

RATINGS DISCLAIMER: Sex = a same sex relationship but otherwise AA, Violence = PG, Language = PG.

CONTINUITY DISCLAIMER: To be precise canon up to Rampage and then alternative universe.� This is a segment of the Thing-verse, a chronological list can be found at the site.�

BLAME DISCLAIMER: Sharon Bowers.� I didn�t even watch the damn show until she started writing it. 

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KIM

�Oh.� Ohhh.�� Oh God, Christie!�

I blink.� I close my eyes.

�Kerry, dear?�

�Hm-mmm.�

�What the hell was that?�

�You were the one that said that fantasy was a healthy part of any physical relationship and that we shouldn�t be afraid of it or think that it implied unfaithfulness or lack of desire in each other.� Indeed, it can keep a couple�s sex life exciting and fresh.�

�I said that?�

�Pretty much exactly.� I have a good memory for psycho-babble bullsh�.�

�Okay, I think you proved your point.� Gave me a heart attack at the same time, but point taken.� In fact,� I drawl and hold the thought until she begins to look decidedly nervous.

�Um, you�re not thinking of revenge or anything.� Are you?�

�I�ll let you know after we see whose name you call out next.�

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KERRY

I look across the crowded emergency department, catch her eyes and smile.� My right hand forms a pair of legs, thumb against the leading index finger before bringing my hand up as if about to take a drag of a nonexistent cigarette.

I frown and repeat my sign, a bit more emphatically. �Pink,� I repeat.

�Blue.�

I throw in a couple of phrases not usually found in the ASL dictionary.� �Pink.�

She twirls her index finger in a tight circle by her temple.� �Blue.�

I compare her to a Christmas cake.� �Pink.�

She calls me a Twinky.� �Blue.�

I suggest something not anatomically possible.� �Pink.�

She suggests something anatomically possible but only with a great deal of effort that leaves sore muscles for days.� �Blue,� I sign, blushing furiously.

The surgery consult arrives from the elevators, moving toward the admit area.� Luka hands a chart to Robert, both bending over it and momentarily blocking our prey.� �Pink.� Blind.� Bat ,� I repeat.

�Blue.� Idiot.�

I sense a presence beside me and glance at Peter Benton.� He looks at me, looks at Kim and finally at the object of our discussion.� He makes the R hand sign and then pantomimes it launching into space before making the sign for �understand.�

�Thanks�, we both sign simultaneously.� He waves it off as he heads toward the admit area, giving it a calculating look.� He then turns around, right hand flat, thumb against palm and waves it by his face.

�Blue�.

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KIM

�Oh.� Ohhh.�� Oh God, Robert!�

There�s a stunned silence.� Payback is so sweet.

�Ick!� Argh!� Gross!� I can�t believe I kissed that mouth!� My god, where�s my toothbrush!�

She�s gone.

�Kerry,� I call out.� I�m lying on my back, staring up at Kerry�s beautiful ceiling and trying in vain to find the repair job I did to disguise the anchor holes.

�Wuuu?� she asks around her toothbrush from the bathroom doorway.

�Fantasy is a healthy part of any physical relationship and we shouldn�t be afraid of it or think that it implies unfaithfulness or lack of desire in each other.� Indeed, it can keep a couple�s sex life exciting and fresh.�

�Bite me,� she replies, clearly and carefully through the froth before heading back in to spit.

�Aren�t you afraid of Lesbian Bed Death?�

�They have a term for my beating you to death with a bottle of mouth wash, oh lesbian in my bed?�

I chuckle to myself as Kerry returns to brushing.

�Kerry,� I call out again.

�Wuuu?�

�Let�s make a baby.�

�Jus a minuh,� she mumbles before disappearing.� There�s the sound of running water and spitting and I can hear her coming back into the bedroom.� �Say that again.�

�Let�s make a baby.�

�Kim,� she says, crawling back into bed with me.� �I�ve told you before that parthenogenesis doesn�t work with humans.�

I swear Kerry is the only person I know who can use parthenogenesis in a sentence comfortably.

�No, that�s not what I meant,� I say.� �Candles, a little wine, a turkey baster, a fertility technician or two.� You know.� The old fashioned way.�

The silence stretches and that could be a good thing or a bad thing.� �I um, raided the hospitals brochure rack and hit some resource centres in the area.�� She�s still silent and I�m beginning to lean toward �bad thing�.� �Kerry?� Say something.�

�I guess I can put my brochures back.� Save a few pennies for the hospital to help defray the cost of our replacement while we�re on maternity leave.�

The End

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