Sarah and Paige; for the last time

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Sarah and Paige finally sleep together. In a log. Oh, now I've got your attention.


Her last shift with Alison had been over hours ago, but Paige had been unwilling to leave. She’d slowed to almost moving backwards as she tidied up, and had taken as much time as possible husking back into her own skin and making herself somewhat presentable. Even her choice of clothes, a pair of simple jeans, technically too big for her, and a t-shirt, showed her obvious reluctance for something. When she finally made it to the stairs, one set going up, one set not, there was a pause, before she finally chose the not.

Oscar growled only once when Paige pushed open the door; she may not come around all that often, but Joyita smelled of Paige at least. Paige was family. She closed the door behind her with a silent click, before crossing the room to Sarah’s bed, where, for once, she was in it. Sarah was blinking a little, still half asleep, but Paige managed to ignore it, settling for pulling the blankets back herself and crawling in beside her.

The extra warmth of another person in bed wasn't unwelcome, but normally it was Jono coming in to glower about something. Not Paige, crawling into bed for... well, Sarah hadn't figured that out yet. "Morning," she mumbled, pulling the blanket closer.

“Nnghl,” Paige moaned, being pulled along, and toppling into Sarah’s shoulder. “Not yet. Sleep now, morning later. Much later.”

"You're the one who woke me up," Sarah replied, but it came out mostly a yawn. "Should work on your breaking and entering skills."

Paige took the yawn and lack of shoving away as an invitation, snuggling up to the other girl. “Boys are sound sleepers. Or want to be awake when I sneak in,” she mumbled into Sarah’s tanktop.

The buzz of Paige speaking against her shoulder ticked, and she squirmed underneath her. "Definitely not a sound sleeper, and while I'm half asleep, I'm pretty sure I remember you telling me you didn't want to sleep with me." Wow. It's amazing what people actually say when they're not-so-awake.

Making a protesting noise at the movement, Paige turned her head to the side. “No, I don’t want to have sex with you. I have no problems sleeping with you. At least, I wouldn’t if you’d keep still.”

"Hey, I'm not the one who thinks I'm a mattress." She finally got settled, and realized that she still didn't know why there was an exhausted Paige in bed next to her. "What's wrong with your bed anyway?"

“It doesn’t have you in it,” Paige answered slowly, not so much as if Sarah were an idiot, although, that might go unsaid, but more because talking was hard.

"And that's a problem?" She wondered if maybe she should just go to sleep instead of trying to figure it out. Maybe everything would make sense in the morning.

“Obviously.” Sarah was making a very big deal out of this. She didn’t do goodbyes very well; Paige that is, and this honestly had made sense in her head. Then again, it was her very sleep deprived head, so that didn’t say too much.

Sarah made a noncommittal noise, and decided to give up. She was too tired to figure this out right now. "When I'm conscious again, I'm going to sit on you until this makes sense."

“Fiiiine. Can we shut up now?” Paige asked in a gravelled tone. “Or is this going to be one of those things where you can’t sleep until you know oh-my-god-right-now-AH!”

"Paige, shut up." Sarah swatted at her, and yawned again. "I'm going back to bed now."

“You never actually left,” Paige promptly informed her, before closing her eyes and falling asleep almost immediately.


The clock on her nightstand said 8AM, and the soft sound of snoring was a telltale sign that Oscar had taken her example and gone back to sleep after she brought him back inside from his morning walk. Or maybe that was Paige. Rolling over, Sarah snuggled closer to the warmth of another sleeping body.

Another protesting noise was made low in Paige’s throat. All this going and coming and moving around. Even Angelo didn’t move this much but at least Sarah was, well, softer. Pushing a kink out of her spine, Paige fell bonelessly back to the mattress, slipping her arms around Sarah’s waist. According to her internal clock, her very screwed up internal clock, she had a couple more minutes.

But Sarah was awake. And Sarah overruled biological clocks anyday. Squirming again, she crawled up to sit on top of Paige, arms crossed. "Out with it, pretty."

“Oof. Darnit, Sarah, you’re heavy. And I’m sleeping,” Paige muttered, shielding her eyes with her arm and suddenly regretting it. Sarah’s room was cold, and her arm had been so much warmer under the blankets. “Or trying to.”

"I warned you last night before you passed out. I'm sitting here until I figure out exactly why sleeping in my bed is in thing to do." She smiled, pulling the blanket slowly away. "Come on, out with it. The sooner last night makes sense, the sooner we can curl back up and sleep some more."

Paige yelped, almost as if pain, at the withdrawal of the blanket. This was just cruel. Cruel and uncalled for. “You... you... meanie,” she said lamely, brain dulled by sleep. “Can’t a girl just sleep with her friend without the third degree? It happens in the movies all the time I hear. Usually it’s in a bed bigger than this, though, and there’s less clothes, but I haven’t had time to shave lately.”

"Except that -you- never do this, which makes me curious. Call me crazy." Sarah shrugged, leaning down. "Come on. I'm ready to go back to bed."

“Come back to visit and I’ll do it again. You’ll have to kick Shinobi out, though. Or be the buffer,” Paige replied, her voice catching just slightly. She cursed herself inwardly; it was too early in the game for her to be choking up now. “If you come back, I mean.”

Oh. Oh damn. That's what this was about. "We'll come back to visit," she nodded, idly brushing the hair off of Paige's face. She could vaguely remember Paige doing the same to her at one point. A grin flashed across her face. "But only if you promise to wear the red thing again when we go clubbing."

Relief flooded over her features, stealing all the breath out of Paige until she nearly deflated under the other girl. “I suppose that could be arranged.” Watching Sarah’s hand steal back to her side, oh so carefully avoiding her eyes, Paige managed to quickly choke out, “I’ll miss you.”

Sarah watched as she avoided her eyes, trying twice to catch her attention without success. She sighed heavily, and flopped back onto the bed, crawling back beside Paige again and throwing the blankets back over them. She murmured quietly next to Paige's ear, an arm thrown over her. "I'm not worth getting upset over. Especially not by you."

“Shut up,” Paige answered duly, remembering vaguely her saying the same words last night with the same sort of voice infliction and yet none of the same meaning. “Especially by me. Especially. Don’t make this less than it is, don’t tell me I don’t care about you, that I shouldn’t. I couldn’t handle it.”

"Why?" It was barely a whisper, choked off nearly as soon as it came out of her mouth.

Paige gave her a little smile, turning her head so that she could kiss Sarah’s nose. “Because I love you, silly girl.”

"I'm sorry," came the murmured reply, and she burrowed her face into Paige's shoulder. It was easier than trying to smile back.

“Don’t be. I just want you to be happy.” Paige slipped her hand into Sarah’s shorter, darker hair, her fingertips making slow to the point of illegible circles. “Just... think of me, sometimes. That’s all.”

Sarah managed a nod, and finally looked up at her. She wasn't crying--not yet anyway. "You people talk like I'm going to block out the last two years of my life. Just because most of this house makes me want to go lock myself in the sewers again, doesn't mean I feel that way about everybody."

“You never said. I thought, maybe... I don’t know. I haven’t been a good friend, and I haven’t been down here very often, and the whole sewers thing and then Shinobi and we never really said anything. We just left it and hoped it would go away. Just like everything el-” she rambled, her words getting closer and closer together until Sarah finally cut her off.

"I've cried on exactly four people in this house." She pushed herself off the bed again, sitting up. "If I didn't like you... fuck, if I didn't -trust- you, you wouldn't be on that list."

“I know! I know, Sarah, we’re both not really the mushy type but. What if you’d changed your mind, you know? It’s been a long time since we were roomies and I never thought you’d leave...” Paige sniffed and turned away, rubbing the heels of her hands against her eyes in a strange attempt to rid them of tears. “It just seems like everyone is leaving, one way or another. And I’ll miss you. And I’ve already said that,” she continued, laughing a little near the end. “So much for my master plan where we just do the strange girl telepathic cuddling speak and no one cries, huh?”

"I won't point out that I've been threatening to leave for months now. Or that I already have, once." Sarah sighed heavily, scooting over closer to Paige and resting her chin on Paige's arm. Sarah's arm wrapped gently around Paige's waist. "I just don't belong here. Any more than you would have down in the tunnels."

Paige instantly turned into Sarah; burying her nose in her hair, voice catching as she pushed back the tears that were still threatening to fall. “But I always knew you would come back, somehow. I thought if I believed it hard enough it would come true, like always, and it worked. Except this time I don’t. This time you’re really leaving.”

"I am." Sarah made a feeble shrug, fingers looping unintelligible words across Paige's shoulders. "I need to go somewhere where I can be myself and not have anybody be put out over it. Not to mention somewhere where I'm not staring my failure in the face. Or the face that would have been my murderer."

“I know,” Paige hiccupped finally. “I know, love. I’m just having a hard time picturing my world without you just a staircase away. That’s not your fault.”

Sarah grinned against the top of Paige's shoulder. "You could hijack the jet if you really wanted to see me...I'll bet it'd make the trip in an hour or two." That reminded her. This was going to be a fucking long flight by herself. She winced. "And I don't know how long we'll be in Japan. Maybe only a couple of months."

Trying to laugh, Paige drew back just a hair; enough to let her see Sarah’s grin. “Now there’s an idea. But maybe you’re just trying to get me kicked out of the trainees so that I’ll come live in Japan with you, hm? Bring Jono with me? Yeah, I see through your plan.”

"Mmmyep. I'm such a bad influence." She nudged Paige with her forehead, hornless for now. "Maybe I'm going to miss you as much as you're going to miss me."

“I wouldn’t tell if you did,” Paige replied, smiling quietly.

"Maybe one day I'll let you know." Sarah smiled back, taking what felt like a very relieved breath in and out. "I can't give away all my secrets."

Paige blew into Sarah’s hair, causing it to flop into her eyes. “You say that like I already don’t know them all.”

"Well then. That means I don't have to tell them to you." Sarah shot back playfully, and flopped back onto the bed. "The great all-knowing Paige."

“Really, I should just skip this whole saving the world deal and get a cape and crystal ball,” Paige said with a flick of her wrist, gesturing her uncaring attitude before looking down at her favourite sewer rat. “Now. Are you going to let me sleep for five more minutes or are there other things that you must know that only denying me sleep will answer?”

"Actually...no. Nevermind. Sleep sounds like a better plan entirely." Sarah grinned, and grabbed for the blankets down by their feet. "Just.. could you share the bed this time?"

Paige flopped out on the bed in turn, taking up as much space as possible and sticking out her tongue. “Nope. You’re just going to have to make do,” she retorted haughtily. There was much shoving at that, and angry yelps of protest, mostly because Sarah’s feet were cold, but finally they managed to arrange themselves for sleeping once more. It was just as Sarah was drifting off that Paige asked, “By the way. You don’t have video cameras in here, do you?”


Paige goes down to Sarah's room, dead tired after a day of working with Alison, and they end up sleeping together. As in sleeping, not sexing, sorry. When Paige finally wakes up, Sarah demands some answers. It's quite weepy, really, but then they are cute at the end. No one is sure whether or not there are video cameras in Sarah's room...