Ficathon prompts.
decided to just throw a few in one post...
Alicia/Kalinda: Election Night Confrontation
It wasn't that Kalinda hadn't been expecting Alicia to find out. She'd known from day One that this could never last. She knew that she shouldn't befriend her, she knew that she shouldn't fall for her, she knew that she shouldn't... even consider going there. She knew that one day, Alicia would know. It didn't stop her heart sinking when the message flashed up on her phone.
Call me.
End of. No small talk. It lacked Alicia's obligatory polite “hi!” at the beginning of her texts (she didn't want them to be 'all business', she'd said. She wanted them to be 'friendly', she'd said. It had developed. She'd never said that.)
dialling... Alicia
She knows she should've told Alicia herself. She put it off. She knows that's not okay. She cares for her. Fuck, she really does. This was it for her. This was the one person who would ever really mean something to her. Who would ever be more important than herself. Who's needs would come before her own. The voice she hears, broken and dark on the other end of the phone, is of somebody she values more than herself. She must have no self respect.
“You slept with my husba- you lied to me. You've been lying to me this whole time”
And it's true. She has no defence. She listens to Alicia sob down the phone, and she hurts. She really, really hurts. But she pulls it back. She lets Alicia yell at her, she lets Alicia cry and scream and question everything they've ever had. She prepares herself for tomorrow, trying to decide if Alicia is getting rid of her rage, or just getting started.
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Alicia/Kalinda: A Little Tipsy
It's difficult to sigh when Alicia Florrick is running her hand along the inside of your thigh. Really, it is. There's a no-longer faint smell of tequila, and she's leaning a little too close. The urge to smile takes over, and Kalinda steadies a giggling Alicia.
“Are you gay?”
“I'm pretty sure we've had this conversation before.” Brown eyes look at her very seriously, almost disapprovingly, before a nod and a mumbling of “you know, I think you're right”.
“Why do you ask?”
“I think I... I think I want you to be.”
She sighs, lets Alicia's hand slide further under her skirt before she stops it.
“Not tonight. Maybe... maybe when you're not a little tipsy?”
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Alicia Calls Owen: Post-Finale
It's 2am when she calls him. Sitting in the back of a cab, unsure of her own feelings, she can't wait the ten minute cab ride to speak to him.
“Where are you?”
“Sorry... I'm. I'm on my way”
“Are you crying?”
She is. She hadn't realised, actually. Her creepy looking cab driver stares at her in the mirror, she can't decide whether she wants him to hear this conversation. State's Attorney's Wife. No matter what. To the public, you're Mrs Florrick. Be careful what you say.
“I did something that might be stupid”
“Might be?”
“Yeah”
She hears him click on the other end of the phone. “You mean... Will?” Sighing, she wants him to hear her nodding through the phone. He seems to. “How long 'til you're home?”
“Traffic. About twenty minutes. That's not my problem. I mean... that is my problem. It was a stupid thing to do. But not...”
“Not because of the fact that a) you JUST separated from your husband, b) he's your boss, c) it's a very romantic idea but do you have any implication this would actually work and d) I don't think you care about him in that way?”
“Not because of that,” how the hell does she say this? How do you say a thing like this? “Because it wasn't him I wanted in that $7800 suite...”
“HOW MUCH?!”
“Not the point. It wasn't him I wanted. It was...” she sighs. Owen knows. He's always known. He's teased her and she's denied it. “I didn't want him. I wanted-”
“Kalinda”. She hangs up.
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Alicia/Sophia: Flirting
She wonders how much it would piss Kalinda off to know that her “friend” is flirting with her. To know that she's buying her drinks, tracing her thigh with her finger, and that Alicia is letting her.
“So how do you know Kalinda?”
“We worked together. For your husband”
“So Kalinda fucked everybody in the State's Attorney's office?”
“Not everybody. Just him and me. You ever...?”
“With Kalinda? No.”
“You should. She likes you. She's hot. She's a good fuck.” She stares at the woman next to her for just a moment. Wonders just how much Kalinda likes them both. Hopes Kalinda likes them in different ways.
“And you?”
“I don't know you. But you're hot. And I've never had any complaints.”
“Do you want to?” The blonde smirks at her, downs her drink and stands up. Alicia follows suit. Just how much will it piss Kalinda off when she finds out? She tells herself that's not why she's doing it. She's not just trying to make Kalinda jealous. (She's lying to herself.)
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Cary is Team!Alicia
He never expected it to happen, really. His loyalties lay with Kalinda. With his job. With... well, with Peter, whether he wanted to admit it or not. But he saw the way Peter and Will looked at each other, the way they seemed to be fighting over her like a piece of meat. He heard Peter's mother bitch about her. Sometimes he wanted to laugh at her view of Alicia. This cold-hearted bitch. This... this polar opposite to the Alicia he'd never appreciated. He had an overwhelming urge to call her, to stop her in court, to just talk to her, let her know that she has more genuine support than she realises. He wants to force her and Kalinda to sit in a room and talk it out. He just wants to make everything okay for her. He wants to make sure she knows he's on her side.
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Jules/Archie: What happens in the limo...
After tonight, she can never travel in a limo unless it has free champagne. She can't travel in a limo unless it's with Archie. She doesn't want to be in a limo unless it could lead her castmate sitting that little too close, echoing the lack of personal space between their characters. Replace tequila with wine, leather boots with Louboutins, bar stools with leather seats. Flirting with... development. Laughter-filled conversations about work lives and unrequited love are replaced with “did you know the fans want us together? You should see what they write. It's practically fucking porn”. Laughter turns into playful touching, turns into leaving the bar early, turns into “what do you think Kalinda would do to her?”, turns into showing her. Blame it on method acting, understanding your character, what the fans want. Blame it on Kalinda. Blame it on champagne and high spirits. What happens in the limo...
Alicia/Kalinda: Election Night Confrontation
It wasn't that Kalinda hadn't been expecting Alicia to find out. She'd known from day One that this could never last. She knew that she shouldn't befriend her, she knew that she shouldn't fall for her, she knew that she shouldn't... even consider going there. She knew that one day, Alicia would know. It didn't stop her heart sinking when the message flashed up on her phone.
Call me.
End of. No small talk. It lacked Alicia's obligatory polite “hi!” at the beginning of her texts (she didn't want them to be 'all business', she'd said. She wanted them to be 'friendly', she'd said. It had developed. She'd never said that.)
dialling... Alicia
She knows she should've told Alicia herself. She put it off. She knows that's not okay. She cares for her. Fuck, she really does. This was it for her. This was the one person who would ever really mean something to her. Who would ever be more important than herself. Who's needs would come before her own. The voice she hears, broken and dark on the other end of the phone, is of somebody she values more than herself. She must have no self respect.
“You slept with my husba- you lied to me. You've been lying to me this whole time”
And it's true. She has no defence. She listens to Alicia sob down the phone, and she hurts. She really, really hurts. But she pulls it back. She lets Alicia yell at her, she lets Alicia cry and scream and question everything they've ever had. She prepares herself for tomorrow, trying to decide if Alicia is getting rid of her rage, or just getting started.
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Alicia/Kalinda: A Little Tipsy
It's difficult to sigh when Alicia Florrick is running her hand along the inside of your thigh. Really, it is. There's a no-longer faint smell of tequila, and she's leaning a little too close. The urge to smile takes over, and Kalinda steadies a giggling Alicia.
“Are you gay?”
“I'm pretty sure we've had this conversation before.” Brown eyes look at her very seriously, almost disapprovingly, before a nod and a mumbling of “you know, I think you're right”.
“Why do you ask?”
“I think I... I think I want you to be.”
She sighs, lets Alicia's hand slide further under her skirt before she stops it.
“Not tonight. Maybe... maybe when you're not a little tipsy?”
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Alicia Calls Owen: Post-Finale
It's 2am when she calls him. Sitting in the back of a cab, unsure of her own feelings, she can't wait the ten minute cab ride to speak to him.
“Where are you?”
“Sorry... I'm. I'm on my way”
“Are you crying?”
She is. She hadn't realised, actually. Her creepy looking cab driver stares at her in the mirror, she can't decide whether she wants him to hear this conversation. State's Attorney's Wife. No matter what. To the public, you're Mrs Florrick. Be careful what you say.
“I did something that might be stupid”
“Might be?”
“Yeah”
She hears him click on the other end of the phone. “You mean... Will?” Sighing, she wants him to hear her nodding through the phone. He seems to. “How long 'til you're home?”
“Traffic. About twenty minutes. That's not my problem. I mean... that is my problem. It was a stupid thing to do. But not...”
“Not because of the fact that a) you JUST separated from your husband, b) he's your boss, c) it's a very romantic idea but do you have any implication this would actually work and d) I don't think you care about him in that way?”
“Not because of that,” how the hell does she say this? How do you say a thing like this? “Because it wasn't him I wanted in that $7800 suite...”
“HOW MUCH?!”
“Not the point. It wasn't him I wanted. It was...” she sighs. Owen knows. He's always known. He's teased her and she's denied it. “I didn't want him. I wanted-”
“Kalinda”. She hangs up.
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Alicia/Sophia: Flirting
She wonders how much it would piss Kalinda off to know that her “friend” is flirting with her. To know that she's buying her drinks, tracing her thigh with her finger, and that Alicia is letting her.
“So how do you know Kalinda?”
“We worked together. For your husband”
“So Kalinda fucked everybody in the State's Attorney's office?”
“Not everybody. Just him and me. You ever...?”
“With Kalinda? No.”
“You should. She likes you. She's hot. She's a good fuck.” She stares at the woman next to her for just a moment. Wonders just how much Kalinda likes them both. Hopes Kalinda likes them in different ways.
“And you?”
“I don't know you. But you're hot. And I've never had any complaints.”
“Do you want to?” The blonde smirks at her, downs her drink and stands up. Alicia follows suit. Just how much will it piss Kalinda off when she finds out? She tells herself that's not why she's doing it. She's not just trying to make Kalinda jealous. (She's lying to herself.)
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Cary is Team!Alicia
He never expected it to happen, really. His loyalties lay with Kalinda. With his job. With... well, with Peter, whether he wanted to admit it or not. But he saw the way Peter and Will looked at each other, the way they seemed to be fighting over her like a piece of meat. He heard Peter's mother bitch about her. Sometimes he wanted to laugh at her view of Alicia. This cold-hearted bitch. This... this polar opposite to the Alicia he'd never appreciated. He had an overwhelming urge to call her, to stop her in court, to just talk to her, let her know that she has more genuine support than she realises. He wants to force her and Kalinda to sit in a room and talk it out. He just wants to make everything okay for her. He wants to make sure she knows he's on her side.
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Jules/Archie: What happens in the limo...
After tonight, she can never travel in a limo unless it has free champagne. She can't travel in a limo unless it's with Archie. She doesn't want to be in a limo unless it could lead her castmate sitting that little too close, echoing the lack of personal space between their characters. Replace tequila with wine, leather boots with Louboutins, bar stools with leather seats. Flirting with... development. Laughter-filled conversations about work lives and unrequited love are replaced with “did you know the fans want us together? You should see what they write. It's practically fucking porn”. Laughter turns into playful touching, turns into leaving the bar early, turns into “what do you think Kalinda would do to her?”, turns into showing her. Blame it on method acting, understanding your character, what the fans want. Blame it on Kalinda. Blame it on champagne and high spirits. What happens in the limo...