Femmedreams: An L Word Fanfic

Chapter 3

Femmedreams: An L Word Fanfic

Chapter 3 (End)

[Author's Note: Hopefully you've been following along with the plot, seeing as how this is part three of a three part fanfiction... If not. You're dumb.]

On the other side of town, Shane got out of Bette's Saab just as Max tossed one final bag into his SUV.

"What's up, man?" Shane asked after patting Bette on the shoulder and thanking her for the ride.

Max shrugged. "It's time for me to move on. I just realized that I may own my voyage to L.A. to Jenny, but I've done everything else on my own. And I'm ready to claim that. You've been real cool Shane, man, but Jenny and I are through. I'm moving out. Getting my own place."

Shane blinked. "Does Jenny know? Is she here?"

Max shook his head. "She's not here. But she knows. She ended it."

"She's not here?" Shane returned. "Where is she?"

"Before I left the party I talked with that Marina chick. Her ex lover or whatever. I told her we were through and I left. My guess is that she's with her."

Shane chuckled, but only lightly. "Yeah, mine too."

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Helena looked out her back wall of windows and wondered how much longer she could call that wonderful house hers. What would she do? Where would she go after she lost the house? And how about her children? When would she ever see them again? Everything was falling apart, she though. She decided to call Alice. But across down, Alice's phone rang unheard in the depths of her shed jean pocket, several feet away from a fancy, expensive up-class hotel bed.

Helena thought of who else she could call. Shane? But Shane's phone rang unheard, as well. Well unheard to Shane but not to Helena, herself. The British woman stood up and crossed to the futon, digging a cell out of the cushions. Shane's.

The younger Peabody woman crossed town happy to have a purpose. But when she knocked on the door of the house Shane shared with Jenny, Jenny's "boyfriend" and until recently, Shane's longtime girlfriend Carmen de la Pica Morales, there was no answer. Helena sighed. Tonight was not her night.

"She left about fifteen minutes ago," Bette said, from the next yard, drinking a mixed drink by the pool.

The other woman lifted her hand. "I have her phone."

"Leave it with me. I'll give it to her."

Helena crossed the yard, went through Bette's privacy fence and laid the phone on the glass table. "Thanks."

Bette smiled up at her politely. "Are you alright?"

"I think I'm just sort of stressed out."

"Would you like a drink?"

Helena smiled. "Yes. I'd love one, actually."

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Jenny and Marina did not talk the entire ride to the hotel. The atmosphere in Marina's car was stifling. They reached the building and both women got out and went inside. Jenny crossed her arms once they were upstairs. Marina swiped her card in the card-lock. They stood in the room and Jenny reached her breaking point.

"Don't act like that," she said, overwhelmed, "Just stop it."

Marina regarded her with patience. "Don't act like what, Jenny?"

"This is fucking killing me and you're so damn..calm."

The taller woman frowned. "I've missed you."