Pairing: Bikky/Carol

Fandom: Fake

Rating: Chapter one is G or K (no sex, swearing, or kissing, but come on, read it anyway!)

Spoilers: To Volume 2

Summary: One shot. It's really short. It'll only take you a minute. Whether you like it or hate it, I'd be interested in feedback. I wrote this because Carol promised to save herself for Bikky until she was 18, but he never promised the same thing. All he said back in Book one was "I own you all the time!" However, I feel he's really devoted to her and I always wondered if he went to her bed as a virgin when he was 15 and she was 18. If people out there like Bikky/Carol stories, I promise to write a longer fic exploring this issue in the future. If no one likes this, then I won't bother. Nowadays, A New Day is taking all my spare creative energy anyhow.

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. They are the property of Sanami Matoh. I am not making any money from this.

Author's notes: I posted this on my Livejournal page way back in September, but nobody noticed except RJ1ofakind, so I finally decided to post it. This is for the Bikky/Carol fans out there. I'm assuming there must be one or two.


Liz was careful not to flirt with Bikky in front of Carol. The first time she had done it, Carol had gotten annoyed and had stalked off, Bikky chasing after her. But whenever Carol wasn't around, she allowed herself to indulge a little. He really was heartthrob material, and she got the feeling that he enjoyed the energy between them too. It was just a shame he was so young.

She shifted in her seat, allowing her skirt to ride up a little on her thighs.

"No Bikky. Sorry, but I haven't seen her. Anything I can help you with?"

His eyes swept smoothly over her thighs and back to her face. There was an intriguing hint of amusement in them.

"Not unless you remember everything you learned about Grade eight math," he said.

"'Course I do," she lied. "Why don't you show it to me and I'll see what I can do?"

"What if I show it to you and then you decide you can't really handle it after all?" Bikky took the chair opposite her and turned it around so that he was straddling it backwards. "Yo, Doug! Later man." He saluted a passing friend and turned back to Liz, eyebrows raised. The cafeteria hummed busily around them.

"I'm sure you've got nothing there that I haven't seen or done before." She looked at him from under her lashes and gave him a small wicked grin.

Bikky grinned back, but made no move to open his book bag. "You really think you can teach me something?"

"I've been told I'm an excellent teacher."

"Thanks, I'll keep that in mind." He was on his feet, his eyes scanning the back of the cafeteria. "Gotta go, Liz. I just spotted my regular teacher."

Liz turned and looked, and sure enough, there was Carol entering the cafeteria, flanked by a couple of laughing football players who were obviously vying for her attention. Liz sighed and turned back just in time to catch a look of almost dangerous determination on Bikky's face just before he replaced it with an innocent, cheerful expression.

"So long, Liz. Hey Carol!"

And he was gone, weaving amongst the tables as he made a beeline for his target. The two athletes looked less than thrilled at his approach.

Liz watched him go, a small knowing smile on her face. Oh, Bikky, she thought. Can you really wait until she's eighteen? We'll see, won't we? She turned back to her History textbook with unseeing eyes.