One Day at a Time -- Desperate Housewives
One Day at a Time
Chapter One
Fandom: Desperate Housewives
Pairing: Bree/Katherine
Rating: PG so far, though that may change
Format: Chaptered
Summary: Katherine moves in with Bree to help her quit drinking, and learns there are a few things she herself could use help with as well.
Note: This is a work-in-progress, and I've stalled out on it because... well, because I do things like that, and there weren't that many readers. If your're reading it and would like an ending, let me know and I'll try to get back in the groove again.
Chapter One
In the first three days after moving in with Bree, Katherine doesn't do anything at all. She and Bree both know why Katherine's there, and they both know Bree's drinking can't go on as it has been; as such, Bree had been prepared for a major scene within hours of Katherine's walking through the door. She'd expected bottles of alcohol to be poured down the sink, loud arguments over the scent of alcohol on her breath when she opened the door to Katherine and her bags. The fact is that Bree is not at all sure that she wants to quit drinking right now, and the part of her that wants her life back -- the part that swam up to the surface just long enough to agree when Katherine insisted on moving in -- has been drowning in cheap chardonnay ever since. Bree doesn't see the point in getting drunk on the good stuff. The bottles of Macallan, Veuve Clicquot, and Chateauneuf-du-Pape in the liquor rack are strictly for show these days -- and are, in fact, the only bottles on display. Bree's hidden her secret well.
But for days, the scene Bree had imagined doesn't come to pass. In that time, Katherine ignores the issue of Bree's drinking completely, or at least she seems to. She's friendly, available to listen, and as kind and solicitous as her fundamental briskness and sarcasm will allow her to be. But when Bree makes a little unexplained run to the kitchen, emerges carrying her woven-straw handbag -- the only one big enough to hold a bottle or two of wine easily -- and announces that she's feeling a bit tired and thinks she'll go to bed early, Katherine nods and goes to the guest room to continue unpacking her things. There are exceptions, of course; the second night Katherine is there, she comes home from running some chores in the early evening to find Bree passed out on the couch. This turns out not to change the situation much, though, since her response is simply to bring some blankets and pillows down from the linen closet, and then set out a basin so that Bree will have a handy receptacle if her last meal decides to part company with her stomach more quickly than she is able to get to a bathroom. In the morning Bree will see what has happened and will be shamed into resolving that that was absolutely the last drop of alcohol that she will ever taste, but then she's resolved that many times before, and even she knows on some level that her resolve won't be strong enough to stand up to the next twelve hours. Bree would ask Katherine what the hell she is doing living in Bree's house if she doesn't plan to try to help her kick the addiction, but she can't ask, because if she did, Katherine might start trying to help. And Bree needs the alcohol.
Chapter Two (next chapter)
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter One
Fandom: Desperate Housewives
Pairing: Bree/Katherine
Rating: PG so far, though that may change
Format: Chaptered
Summary: Katherine moves in with Bree to help her quit drinking, and learns there are a few things she herself could use help with as well.
Note: This is a work-in-progress, and I've stalled out on it because... well, because I do things like that, and there weren't that many readers. If your're reading it and would like an ending, let me know and I'll try to get back in the groove again.
Chapter One
In the first three days after moving in with Bree, Katherine doesn't do anything at all. She and Bree both know why Katherine's there, and they both know Bree's drinking can't go on as it has been; as such, Bree had been prepared for a major scene within hours of Katherine's walking through the door. She'd expected bottles of alcohol to be poured down the sink, loud arguments over the scent of alcohol on her breath when she opened the door to Katherine and her bags. The fact is that Bree is not at all sure that she wants to quit drinking right now, and the part of her that wants her life back -- the part that swam up to the surface just long enough to agree when Katherine insisted on moving in -- has been drowning in cheap chardonnay ever since. Bree doesn't see the point in getting drunk on the good stuff. The bottles of Macallan, Veuve Clicquot, and Chateauneuf-du-Pape in the liquor rack are strictly for show these days -- and are, in fact, the only bottles on display. Bree's hidden her secret well.
But for days, the scene Bree had imagined doesn't come to pass. In that time, Katherine ignores the issue of Bree's drinking completely, or at least she seems to. She's friendly, available to listen, and as kind and solicitous as her fundamental briskness and sarcasm will allow her to be. But when Bree makes a little unexplained run to the kitchen, emerges carrying her woven-straw handbag -- the only one big enough to hold a bottle or two of wine easily -- and announces that she's feeling a bit tired and thinks she'll go to bed early, Katherine nods and goes to the guest room to continue unpacking her things. There are exceptions, of course; the second night Katherine is there, she comes home from running some chores in the early evening to find Bree passed out on the couch. This turns out not to change the situation much, though, since her response is simply to bring some blankets and pillows down from the linen closet, and then set out a basin so that Bree will have a handy receptacle if her last meal decides to part company with her stomach more quickly than she is able to get to a bathroom. In the morning Bree will see what has happened and will be shamed into resolving that that was absolutely the last drop of alcohol that she will ever taste, but then she's resolved that many times before, and even she knows on some level that her resolve won't be strong enough to stand up to the next twelve hours. Bree would ask Katherine what the hell she is doing living in Bree's house if she doesn't plan to try to help her kick the addiction, but she can't ask, because if she did, Katherine might start trying to help. And Bree needs the alcohol.
Chapter Two (next chapter)
Chapter Three
Chapter Four