Title: To Date or not To Date
Fandom: Tru Calling/CSI
Rating: PG
Pairing: Tru/Sara
Warnings: Femmeslash
Word Count: 617
A/N: It's CRAP I know and I can't write Sara for crap but dammit it's DONE UGH.
"So who's the girl, huh? One of your dead people?"
Tru sighed and dropped her hand from the earring she was adjusting to stare flatly at her brother, who was stretched out on her couch. Again.
"Feet off my couch, Harrison," she said, not so much a demand as a weary plea. She had long ago given up actually changing Harrison's behaviour, but still tried now and then to lead him on a better path. "And no, she's just...a friend. I'm going out with her to dinner."
Harrison lay flat with his hands cradled behind his head, then leaned up on one elbow.
"You're going on a date with a girl?" he said incredulously. "Tru, why didn't you tell me? You know I'd be here for you in this kinda thing."
"It's not a date, Harry," she scoffed. "She's just new in town. Wanted to make friends."
"So she hit on you."
She sighed again. "No, it's not like that. I just bumped into her in the hallway at the morgue."
"What, she's got a dead friend?"
"She's a cop. Police station's upstairs, remember?"
"Dating a coworker? You sure that's, y'know, wise?"
Tru looked at him flatly and arched an eyebrow, and he shot her a sulky look in return.
"How many times do I have to tell you, Harry? It's not a date!"
Harrison just smiled to himself as he lay on her couch. "Whatever you say, sis. Whatever you say."
*****
"You...You going somewhere?"
She turned over her shoulder to look at Davis, draping her lab coat up at the same time.
"Hm?"
He coughed and stuffed his hands in his lab coat pockets.
"Well, it's just...you look kinda dressed up, and...I-I dunno, I guess you look like you're going on a...a date or something," he finished, laughing slightly.
Her brows furrowed and she frowned. "What makes you think it’s a date?"
"Oh, I'm...I'm sorry, I didn't...sorry."
"No, really," she said, crossing her arms and leaning back against the wall. "What makes you think it's a date?"
"W-Well, you're...uh...you're," Davis stammered. "You're...dressed nicer than usual. And you seem...happier, I think."
"Well, I...met a new friend," Tru replied, grasping a little for that bit of reasoning.
"And it's not...it's not a...'date-friend'?" he said suspiciously.
"No, Davis, definitely just a normal friend."
Suddenly there came a rap at the window, and the two looked over to see a woman there, waving. Tru waved back; it was Sara, looking good and smiling widely.
"There's my date," she said, grinning smugly.
Davis looked more flustered than usual, then smiled and swatted his forehead. "Well...jeez, Tru, you could've told me it was the new girl."
"Why, would that make it different?"
"Well...yeah," Davis said, blinking, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "I mean, there was...there was that professor, and..." he trailed off.
"Luc," Tru finished, expression cooling the most minute bit. Time healed all wounds, but it hadn't been so terribly long since...
"I'm...I'm really sorry," Davis stammered again, looking away. "I shouldn't...I...You just go. Have fun."
She wanted to ask why that mattered, they mattered, why she couldn't still have a date with Sara, not caring what she'd told Harrison earlier. Because hell, it's not as if her being Sara or Sean made any difference, did it? And it didn't help that she was now forced to look back, over every joke and jibe and grin and think, was that a flirt?
But she didn't ask, didn't say. She just walked out the door into the hallway, and when Sara wrapped an arm around her shoulder and pressed a kiss to her cheek, she turned to the slack-jawed Davis and shrugged.
Okay, so she'd lied.