Author's Note: I know it's been a while. But I appreciate that people are hanging on here. I really liked doing this one, it's Tammy centic and I really like writing her in this series (She's so self absorbed and fun) Anyway, enjoy the chapter and please review!
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Ducks Age 26
Situation: On her return to America Tammy finds herself in a situation she never expected and that could ruin everything for her and for Portman.
Tammy Duncan sighed checking her make up in a compact mirror as she sat waiting for her connecting flight in JFK. She pulled out her cell phone and scanned the contacts. Connie Moreau. She reconsidered calling. It was too late to meet up with Connie, plus then she'd probably have to talk to Julie. She'd just been dumped and lost her job, she didn't need Julie Gaffney right now. Who, last she'd talked to Connie was in some sort of amazing perfect relationship, though she hadn't gotten details.
"No, I already reserved the seat," She recognized that voice. She hadn't heard it in years. She couldn't see the face, but from behind, and by the voice, it had to be Dean Portman. It just had to be!
"Boarding for first class," She stood up at the echoing voice. She guessed she would never know. And then a miracle happened. Her bag got stuck on the way out.
"I thought that was you," Tammy smiled at him as they exited the plane. "But I wasn't sure."
"Ah, Miss Duncan," Dean smiled, "aren't you supposed to be in France?"
"Believe it or not, Paris is not a city for the broken hearted," she sighed.
"Nah, it's the city you run to when you break a heart right?" He said.
"Paris, LA," she said, "it's all the same right? When you break a heart, you just need to get out."
"What were you doing in New York?" He said.
"Cheaper to fly that way, Paris to New York, to LA." she shrugged, "You? Wait I bet I can guess, well, maybe not what, but who?"
"You always were the bitchy little one," he smirked, "she's engaged, for your information." She frowned. Julie Gaffney was engaged? That was not good. "Unfortunately, and she had no interest in even speaking to me."
"That's too bad," she said sincerely, "I always felt like you two belonged together. It was good seeing you Portman."
"You too," he nodded, "it doesn't have to end here you know. Wanna get drunk and wallow in misery together?"
"That sounds like exactly what I need right now," she laughed.
"You know what else I love about her?" Dean mumbled as he and Tammy stumbled out of the bar, "That she doesn't take shit from anyone. I mean, ever since we were kids, she'll lay out anyone who gives her shit. It's really hot."
"Did you know," Tammy said, "that my ex boyfriend accused me of stealing from him! Stealing! Me! I don't steal, I cheat, I lie, I manipulate, but I don't steal."
"Of course you don't steal," he laughed, "you're a hot blonde, what you want people give you, you don't have to take anything."
"You think I'm hot?" She giggled.
"You know you're hot," he rolled his eyes.
"Portman," Tammy said quietly moving close to him. "I don't want to be alone tonight."
"Me neither," he whispered, she smiled at him and kissed him. Maybe if they had sex he would shut up about Julie Gaffney already. Not to mention she was lonely, and wanted Fulton, but this was close enough. Her warped drunken logic was justifying it. "Tammy, I,"
"Don't say anything," she whispered, "Don't think about it."
Tammy woke up with a massive headache and looked around. She had never made it to her hotel. Oh no, this hadn't happened. She hadn't actually slept with Dean Portman. That would probably be the worst thing she had ever done in her life. She got out of bed and pulled her clothes back on slowly, she walked out and saw him sitting at his kitchen table.
"Hi," She said quietly.
"Hi," He sighed. "So, um, welcome back to America?" She laughed.
"That um," She tried to find the right words, "That wasn't supposed to,"
"I know," He said, "I mean, I don't mean that I didn't enjoy it."
"No, it was, it was good," She sighed, "It was weird." He exhaled and smiled.
"It wasn't just me," He said relieved, "So what do we do?"
"I just," She said quietly, "I'm still in love with Fulton, and you're,"
"Still in love with Julie," He nodded, "And this was,"
"The next best thing," she said, he nodded again. "We were so drunk!" She slid down onto the table. He laughed, she looked up at him. "You have a question for me, I can tell."
"Who's bigger?" He smirked, she rolled her eyes, "Come on, I've always wondered."
"I'm not telling you that!" She shook her head, "If you two care so much, whip 'em out and compare them yourselves."
"So what's our decision here?" He asked. She sighed.
"We can't tell anyone," She said, "I think we should forget it ever happened. But thank you for it," She whispered. He smiled and kissed her softly.
"You too," He nodded.
"So," Tammy said, "Tell about this fiancé of Julie's."
"He's an Icelander," Dean sighed.
"What like when you guys were at the Goodwill Games?" She asked getting up and pouring herself a cup of coffee. He nodded. "That's kinda weird right?"
"It's very weird," He nodded, "But she's happy so I guess that's good."
"Wow, say that a few more times you might even convince yourself," She laughed.
"I'm happy for her," He said, "Really, I am. It's just, she always said that," He sighed, "Maybe people change."
"She didn't want to get married until she was an agent," Tammy nodded. Dean looked at her, "I remember." He laughed. "Maybe they plan on being engaged for a while."
"Maybe," He shrugged.
"So, I hate to ask you this," Tammy sighed, "Last I talked to Fulton he said he was pretty serious with someone, and"
"Andie," Portman said, "I think that was her name, or that was his last girlfriend, I don't think they were serious though, I could be wrong. They definitely broke up, that's for sure."
"Any reason?" She said optimistically.
"You know the reason," He rolled his eyes, "Don't work that whole dumb blonde angle of yours, I know better." She laughed. "He loves you Duncan, you know that. I'm just not sure he's entirely ready,"
"Yeah," She sighed, "He never is. To be fair, I haven't really been either." She said, "So what's your plan?"
"I blew it." He shrugged, "I had her, sixth months ago, and I ran away again." He said, "And now she's getting married, and she never wants to speak to me again, and this," He gestured between the two of them, "She probably would never forgive me for."
"Yeah," Tammy grimaced, "Probably not. She hates me."
"Oh hate is a strong word Tam," He sighed, she stared at him, "I said it was strong, not that it wasn't accurate." She laughed. "Look, I have to get to work, but um, help yourself to anything, and look me up if you need someone to talk to."
"I will," She smiled, "But um, let's keep it alcohol free from now on, OK?"
"You've got yourself a deal." He nodded and kissed her. "So, I'll see you around."
"Yeah," She smiled. "Oh and Portman," He turned around, "You're bigger, but he's better."
"That," He said sharply, "I seriously doubt." She laughed and looked down. "I'll accept it though."
Later that day, Portman sat at his desk at work. He couldn't do this. Maybe he could not tell Julie, after all, she was getting married, what difference did it make to her who he slept with? But keeping it a secret from Fulton, he couldn't do that. He deserved to know. He picked up the phone and dialed.
"Reed here," Fulton picked it up.
"Hey man," Dean mumbled.
"Hey Portman," He said confused. "What's going on? Are you having a Julie based melt down? The trip to New York not go as planned?"
"Yeah, this is sort of about that," He said. "Um, on the flight home I ran into someone."
"Who?" Fulton said.
"Um Tammy," He said, "Actually."
"Yeah, funny," Fulton laughed, "Sure, Tammy's back in the country and she didn't call me."
"Dude, trust me," Portman sighed, "Why would I shit you about that?"
"Good point," He said, "So, what did you two talk or whatever."
"We talked, and drank, and," He sighed, this was proving harder than he thought it would be, "We ended up in bed together." He heard heavy breathing, "Fult? Are you OK?"
"Like you fell asleep and nothing happened kind of ending up in bed," He said, "I really hope that's what it is man, because if its anything else,"
"Fulton, I'm sorry, I'm not sure how it happened," Dean said pleadingly, he'd already lost the love of his life, he didn't need to lose his best friend too, "But it did, I thought you had a right to know."
"We're done," Fulton hung up the phone.
"Shit," Dean mumbled.
Tammy walked down Melrose smiling over her new and improved LA girl wardrobe. Shopping in Beverly Hills was even better than shopping in Paris, and she thought that would be quite impossible.
"Excuse me, um, you wouldn't happen to know what time it is?" She smiled hearing the male voice behind here. She'd really enjoyed the male attention she'd gotten since returning to the states and it had been almost a month. She turned around. "It seems my watch stopped four years ago."
"Guy!" She squealed and hugged him. "Mm, it's so good to see you!" He nodded.
"Its good to see you too," He smiled. "Why aren't you in France?"
"It's a really long story," She said. "But the end is what you'd guess."
"Fulton," He nodded. She shrugged.
"How are you?" She asked and they started walking. "Are you seeing anyone?"
"Smooth use of no identifying pronouns," He laughed.
"Well," She shrugged, "It's been a while and I was a lesbian when you were first gay, but that didn't stick."
"I had a boyfriend," He shrugged, "We broke up, it wasn't working." She nodded. "Have you seen anyone else?"
"No," She shook her head. She said it very very quickly though. She and Dean had agreed not to talk about that night.
"Cool," He nodded. "I'm going to New York next week, do you want to come?"
"Sure," She smiled. "How are Julie and Connie?"
"Julie was engaged," Guy said. "I think she broke it off though." She nodded. She made a mental note to let Dean know, even though she hadn't heard from him.
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