Title: Feeling Right

Fandom: Guiding Light

Pairing: Olivia/Natalia

Rating: PG

Summary: What happens after Olivia toasts the new "happy" couple.

Disclaimer: I don't own them. If I did Frank wouldn't be in the picture, hell he wouldn't even be in Springfield.


Natalia heard the muffled sound of the front door closing and instantly sat up in bed. She had been waiting for Olivia to come home from God-knew-where since Frank had left after dinner. She looked at the alarm clock on her bed surprised at the numbers she saw. It was two in the morning. Where had Olivia been until so late?

"Probably trying to forget I exist." Her voice filled the empty silent room. It wasn't farfetched she would have disappeared too.

Natalia closed her eyes and remembered the way Olivia's voice had almost broken as she toasted to Frank and her. She closed them even tighter as her mind filled with the image of Olivia looking at her with barely disguised tears over the brim of her wine glass.

It wasn't right. It didn't feel right. That was all she'd been able to think about since Frank had told Olivia the 'good news'. It wasn't right.

Her eyes opened wide when she heard Olivia stumble on the stairs followed by a softly spoken curse. She was out the door and looking down at Olivia from the landing before she could talk herself out of it.

"Great," Olivia groan when she saw her.

Natalia didn't say anything. She never said anything maybe that was her problem. Maybe that was the reason why Olivia's eyes were red and why she was dangerously swaying on the stairs. She moved down the steps and stopped just in front of Olivia then extended a hand towards her. Olivia's eyes narrowed on her hand like she had never seen it before, then shook her head causing another dangerous sway that Natalia only just stopped by grabbing onto Olivia's arms.

Olivia struggled against Natalia's hands trying to free herself from Natalia's hold. "Stop that," Natalia admonished her, "we're going to fall."

"I don't care." Olivia slurred a bit, and Natalia's nose scrunched up at strong smell of alcohol.

"Well I do, so stop." Natalia let one of her hands drop and tugged at Olivia until she was forced to move up to the step she was on. She wrapped her arm around Olivia's waist and moved them up the stairs slowly.

"What are you doing?"

"Putting you to bed."

"I can do it myself. I don't need you to help me."

Natalia felt the sting of the words but she couldn't bring herself to be angry, she had done that to Olivia. She had made the walls go back up around a woman, whom she knew, had a big kind heart maybe bigger than Gus'. A heart that had opened up for her completely, and she had ignored it. She had chosen to protect herself instead of standing up for what she wanted. She had done this. She only had herself to blame.

"Yes, you do."

"I don't." Olivia pulled away when they reached the landing. "I don't."

Natalia watched her go. She watched the somewhat messy hair and the slightly wrinkled slinky black dress that fit Olivia perfectly. Even drunk and slight worst for ware, Olivia was beautiful. She was so very beautiful.

She sighed heavy and finally allowed herself to think it. This felt right. Olivia made things right in her world. She had known it all along, and it was about time she admitted it. It was time she started saying what she wanted. Olivia deserved to hear it.

Natalia stood looking at Olivia's bedroom door and prayed for strength. She prayed for enough strength and courage to break Frank's heart in order to save Olivia's and her own.

She would make it right, she promised herself, before she bit her lip and moved towards Olivia's bedroom, but first she had to put Olivia to bed.