Something Borrowed: Chapter 13

Previously: Chapter Twelve [AA]

Oooh, penultimatage!

This one is for gilmar, who gets just a little bit older today. HAPPY BIRTHDAY GIL!!!

Beta’d by dev while she ran the marathon.

Disclaimers: SON belongs to Thomas Lynch and-N.
Rating: A. Safe for work and other public places.

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Chapter Thirteen

It hurt.

She hurt.

The tears had ended an hour ago, having cried herself out after an hour of stormy weeping. Now Kyla just hurt: in her head; in her body; and in her heart.

Twice, three times, maybe even four – she hadn’t counted – her hand had gone for her car keys, only to fall back to her side. She wanted to go see Carmen, beg for her, plead for her.

More than one reason for not doing just that lay before her. Despite having more feelings for Carmen than she had ever felt before for a person, she was too damn proud to beg. She wasn’t the begging kind. And then there was the deep, dark ache that ran with the knowledge that it would make no difference anyway.

It was over.

And it hurt.

Footsteps heralded someone’s approach, but Kyla turned her head into her pillow so she couldn’t see a damn thing. The dipping of the bed next to her told her they’d decided to stay anyway.

“Kyla.” Ashley’s voice was gentle. A hand on her shoulder was warm. Kyla shrugged it off. “Come on Kyla, this was for the best.”

“No, it wasn’t,” she retorted in a broken voice. “It wasn’t. You think it was, but it wasn’t.”

“Kyla, you’re so much better off without her.”

That got the younger girl to turn over.

“You know what? You don’t get to say that. You, of all people, don’t get to say that.”

Ashley’s face darkened. “You know what she is.”

“I know that she makes me happy. I know that you, you take away everything Ashley.”

The look of shock on the slightly older girl’s face was almost palpable. Kyla couldn’t help it, though: it was like the first drop of a torrent.

“I have no-one, Ashley, no-one. You have Spencer. You have Aiden. I’m alone here. I don’t have my mother. She’s got a life without me. I don’t have friends, I don’t have anyone. But I had her. And now I don’t… I have no one.”

That hurt, too. It hurt to say it and to know it, enough to make her teary and fall back to the pillow, so very, very dejected.

“You have me!” Ashley’s hand on her shoulder squeezed firmly. “Kyla, you always have me.”

The tears still fell, harder and harder.

“When I don’t fuck up. Which I do on a regular basis.”

Ashley, to Kyla’s surprise, chuckled. “Kid, I fuck up all the time. We still muddle through. You and me, we’re family. You always have me.”

“It’s hard. You’re off with Spencer all the time. You’ve got friends. I’ve got nothing.”

“Kyla, Kyla…”

“It’s true. And I loved her, Ashley. I still love her. You can’t change that. I don’t care what you think. I don’t care.” The sobs stole the rest of her ability to speak.

“You know what she did to Spencer. You know!” Ashley’s voice was a mixture of anger and confusion.

“I know!” Kyla flipped over and looked up at her with fervent emotion. “I know what she did and I don’t condone it! But she explained it and I understand it. I don’t think it’s okay. It doesn’t make it okay. But, I get it. Okay? And I know she would never lay a finger on me. I know it. I just know it.” She hiccoughed. “She wouldn’t.”

Back to the wet pillow she turned, burying her face and trying not to sob again. Her chest hurt from the exertion. Her head hurt from the emotion.

And she was just plain tired.

Apparently, Ashley got the message because there was a long silence and then the notable absence of someone on the other side of the bed.

She thought it was over. Although she was exhausted, there was no way she could sleep. She had far too much going on in her mind. So, when Ashley came back in five minutes later, she rolled over to tell her to get the hell out again.

“Get up,” her sister said.

“Get fu-”

“Come on, we’re going out.”

“I don’t feel like it.”

“Kyla, just get up and get ready.”

There was something very definitive in Ashley’s tone, and Kyla turned over to look at her.

“You may want to re-do your make up, though. You look like a cross between a raccoon and a badly-done mime.” With a wave of her hand at Kyla’s face, Ashley left the room.

The bathroom mirror proved the older Davies daughter mostly correct. Kyla looked like crap. Washing her face took most of the evidence off, but she didn’t want to go out without some make-up on. She did the best she could in a short period of time and came out to find Ashley murmuring urgently to Spencer. When she looked up and saw Kyla, she stopped.

“Let’s fly.”

It was pretty clear that Ashley was brooking no opposition, so Kyla went.

It took a little while for her to figure out where they were going. She mostly ducked her head down in the back seat and tried not to cry again. Couldn’t be bothered ruining her makeup. Plus, it was kind of pathetic.

When she realised they were heading away from the nightclub side of town, where she had assumed they were going, and towards the poorer suburbs, Kyla’s throat constricted.

“Ash, where are we going? Ash?”

But Ashley didn’t answer. She just reached over the console, picked up Spencer’s hand and glanced oh so briefly in the rear view mirror. After trying again a few times, Kyla slumped back and literally just took in the drive. She didn’t have much choice.

So many mixed emotions flowed through her as they stepped out of the car. Catching Ashley by the arm she said urgently: “Ash, come on, please don’t do this.”

Her sister turned looking at her. “For once in your blessed life Kyla, will you just trust me?”

It was a ridiculously un Ashley statement, but then the girl was acting weird. Kyla backed down and sighed. At least she’d see Carmen. For a second. That would probably hurt but she was aching to do so anyway.

The door opened, as though Carmen had some magical indicator that people were approaching her house. Of course, the Davies sisters weren’t exactly quiet.

“When the hell are you people going to stop showing up unannounced?” Carmen looked furious. And if Kyla wasn’t mistaken, the older girl had been crying. That came like a stab to the chest. She would have thought that it would have been a good thing, knowing that she wasn’t the only one that was upset,but the thought of Carmen crying did nothing but hurt her.

Ashley, however, wasn’t quite as affected and simply marched up the path, followed by a rather bemused Spencer and a very frightened Kyla.

Carmen let them in the house, which surprised the younger brunette a little. She’d expected a slammed door in her face. A she passed the artist, Kyla caught the scent of the woman she’d previously called her lover and wanted, desperately wanted, to kiss her. She missed her.

It had been a few hours, and she missed her.

What happened next came as a complete shock to everyone in the room.

As Carmen closed the door and moved out towards the living room, Ashley walked her way over to Carmen, calmly grabbed the girl by the lapels of her shirt, and proceeded to push her up against a wall.

“Ashley!” It was Spencer that cried out.

In reply, a waved hand came at her.

“Ok, this is what’s going to happen. You’re going to listen to me and then i’m going to leave.”

Kyla took a step forward, her heart beating like a military tattoo. It was Spencer’s hand on her arm that stopped her. Ashley’s threat hadn’t ruffled Carmen at all though, she just regarded Kyla’s sister coolly as the brunette continued.

“This is my sister. My sister you understand. You don’t hurt her. You don’t harm a hair on her head, or I will make sure your kidneys end up in countries you haven’t even heard of. You take care of her. You don’t dump her, you don’t fuck around ok. This is over when she says it’s over.” With that, Ashley let go of the artist’s lapels with a flourish. “Capiche?”

Carmen dusted down her shirt. And then she nodded.

“Now, Spencer and I are going to go spend the night at her house. You guys… just… I really don’t want to know actually,” Ashley raised an eyebrow and turned to walk out the door. She halted when she felt Carmen’s hand on her arm.

“I’ll pay that, because I care about her, and you’re her sister. I’ll give you a free pass this one time. Let me make myself clear though, if you lay a finger on me ever again, you’ll be sorry.”

A long tense silence filled the room like the invisible elephant had suddenly started rampaging around instead of sitting neatly in the corner.

And then Ashley nodded.

An instant later Kyla found herself alone with Carmen… and had no idea what to do.

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Next up: Chapter Fourteen – the finale [X, NSFW]

19 Comments

  1. SS
    Posted 24 August 2008 at 5.13pm | Permalink

    That was so beautifully written that I felt the hurt, too. You’ve been able to make me care about something I figured was as a joke but you put so much emotion into your writing that if I don’t get more soon I’ll continue being very sad indeed. Stunning…

  2. tinkerbell22185
    Posted 24 August 2008 at 5.52pm | Permalink

    that was intense

  3. Freddikins
    Posted 24 August 2008 at 8.02pm | Permalink

    i have some ideas as to what they could do. ☺

  4. WaveGoodbye
    Posted 24 August 2008 at 11.25pm | Permalink

    While I didn’t like the fact Ashley yelled in the last chapter, it was totally understandable. And she proved in this update that she loves Kyla and she’s her family no matter what. I loved that scene. I always like the “sister scenes” with those two.

    In the show they were always amusing. “Can I be frank?” “Oh please, frank away” for instance. They’re great.

    I’m writing this review with Inspector Gadget on in the background. I have no idea why its on but he keeps saying “Wowzers!”

    “This is my sister. My sister you understand. You don’t hurt her. You don’t harm a hair on her head, or I will make sure your kidneys end up in countries you haven’t even heard of. You take care of her. You don’t dump her, you don’t fuck around ok. This is over when she says it’s over.” With that, Ashley let go of the artist’s lapels with a flourish. “Capiche?”

    Loved itttt.

    Love Ashley, love Carmen, love Kyla, and most importantly; love Spencer.

    And you too!

    I envy your brilliance, m’dear.

  5. Seriesaddict/Sassy
    Posted 25 August 2008 at 1.27am | Permalink

    Finally..a moment of peace for me! The music stopped and I was able to read this beautiful chapter!

    First thing..I loved Ashley! This is the Ashley I would have liked seeing in the show! She was able to put her dislike for Carmen aside for her sister’s sake! I’m surprised Ashley understood Kyla’s feelings for Carmen so soon! It didn’t take her weeks or days..just a few minutes! That means that Kyla’s feelings for Carmen are obvious and strong!

    The door opened, as though Carmen had some magical indicator that people were approaching her house.

    This made me laugh! She has powers for sure!

    WG already quoted my fav part though! Bade Wave, bad:(

    I’m a bit sad that this is the penultimate chapter! I was getting attached to those two! But I’m curious to know how they will handle the situation now that Ashley isn’t an obstacle anymore!

  6. Seriesaddict/Sassy
    Posted 25 August 2008 at 1.36am | Permalink

    It was bad..and not bade:(

    *starts petition to get an edit button*

    [There’s nothing I can do about that – Dev]

  7. Posted 25 August 2008 at 6.12am | Permalink

    It’s not like I haven’t made a FEW women happy!

    clommy, may i add here that you definitively made more women happy than you’ll ever know?
    none of our playas here can compare to you and your fabulous writing! :*

  8. smurfturkey
    Posted 25 August 2008 at 2.22pm | Permalink

    One more left?
    can i beg for maybe one more and then like a like 5 part sequel?
    It was my birthday yesterday…
    if that motivates you to write some more Kymen love

  9. sbbeyroad
    Posted 25 August 2008 at 4.37pm | Permalink

    “You may want to re-do your make up, though. You look like a cross between a raccoon and a badly-done mime.” With a wave of her hand at Kyla’s face, Ashley left the room.

    ^^^^
    THAT just made my birthday.

  10. QueerEye7
    Posted 25 August 2008 at 5.16pm | Permalink

    This is probably the first fic when I just want Spashley to go away. First Spencer trying to stick her nose in up in Kyla’s business (metaphorically, of course) and now Ashley being an ass about it too… which is an extremely good canon Ash, because, let’s be honest, she is a bit of a tool on the show.

    Ashley, you get to have all teh sex with Spencer so move out of the way and give me my Kymen! Meh, perhaps I am just being an old misery about annoying smug couples at the moment. Bah, humbug.

    I love this fic. I love Kymen. I wish Kymen was more like this on the show. I wish Kymen sounded less like hymen.

    Down with Spashley! *scuttles off to write Spashley fic…*

    QE7

    PS. Note to Ashley: A painting of yourself is not a good gift.

  11. Payne N. Uranus
    Posted 25 August 2008 at 10.03pm | Permalink

    AAAAAAHHHHH!!!

    Don’t ask me why I did that, I think I just wanted to break the tension…make it go away…because gosh damn man. Gosh damn. Can’t stand tension, but wowzer.

    So Ashley is being nice. =) Being an over-protective sister (haha, the whole scene made me giggle inside, though whether it was nerves, humor, or gas, I can’t say), but nice nonetheless.

    Uhhhhhmmm… so basically there should be lossa lossa sex. Er. Love. Yeeeaaah… *shifty eyes* Ahem.

    And Kyla should do a serenade thing. Just cause it’s so fun, serenading. True story.

  12. Gilmar
    Posted 26 August 2008 at 2.48am | Permalink

    awwww sez! *blushes* You didn’t have to!

    But im glad you did! =D

    So on with the update.

    First of all, i KNEW ashley was going to yell.

    “This is my sister. My sister you understand. You don’t hurt her. You don’t harm a hair on her head, or I will make sure your kidneys end up in countries you haven’t even heard of. You take care of her. You don’t dump her, you don’t fuck around ok. This is over when she says it’s over.” With that, Ashley let go of the artist’s lapels with a flourish. “Capiche?”

    Awesome! man that was totally my favorite part :)

    “I’ll pay that, because I care about her, and you’re her sister. I’ll give you a free pass this one time. Let me make myself clear though, if you lay a finger on me ever again, you’ll be sorry.”

    awww Carm, free pass? i think that’s just payback dont you think?

    Now, Kyla, you better make something good out of this ¬¬

    Thank you sez =) i love you in a totally platonic way :P

  13. Payne N. Uranus
    Posted 26 August 2008 at 2.54am | Permalink

    Can’t believe I forgotted…Happy belated B-day, Gilmar! =) *kisses cheek*

  14. Gilmar
    Posted 26 August 2008 at 3.01am | Permalink

    *blushes* Thank you! *blushes some more + shy smile*

    I’m loving this blog more and more every day =)

  15. Payne N. Uranus
    Posted 26 August 2008 at 3.13am | Permalink

    Guh.

    If only I wasn’t engaged to an Italian… *kisses cheek twice more in rapid succession* For good luck, you see. =D Shhhh!!

  16. Seriesaddict/Sassy
    Posted 26 August 2008 at 3.17am | Permalink

    Sorry Gilmar I forgot too! That’s what Clom’s writing does to me! Happy birthday!
    I believe my fiancee kissed you a few times so you won’t need it, but I’ll give you a kiss on the cheek too;) *kisses cheek*

  17. Gilmar
    Posted 26 August 2008 at 3.51am | Permalink

    Awww, you guys are just too sweet.

    Thank you Payne, i bet i’ll have lots of good luck now (and i wont tell a soul)

    Ahem, Sassy, wow, *blushes* i think i’ve never been kissed by an italian before… or maybe i have, here in Venezuela we’re all mixed. Anyway i think italians are hot. Thank you!

  18. Seriesaddict/Sassy
    Posted 26 August 2008 at 12.18pm | Permalink

    Glad to have been your first time then;)

  19. yeahbutno
    Posted 26 August 2008 at 4.15pm | Permalink

    Awwww I knew Ash would come through but thought the threat was a bit *gulp*

    I wonder how those two will get on? Overprotective sister v’s Overprotective Lover mmmmnnnnn

    I have said it before and I will say it again, I think the writing on the show is crap and particularly the introduction of Carmen and the lame “hitting” storyline.

    It drove me mad.

    Your version I like a lot Sez.

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