I thought I'd try and new kind of fanfic, taking Charlie and Joey out of their storyline and allowing them to meet in a different situation... Reviews to let me know if this works or not would be greatly appreciated!
Charlie pushed herself hard as she ran across the sand. It felt so good to have the wind in her hair and the sun on her face. Nothing started a day like exercise. And nothing made that exercise better than the eye candy she'd been spying for the last five mornings. Her fellow jogger was a beautiful woman with long dark hair and a thoughtful expression on her face. She had a beautiful figure and the most fascinating eyes. She always wore baggy shorts, as if she wanted to hide herself for some reason, although Charlie did appreciate the tighter sports vests she put on. It had become somewhat a thrill for Charlie to jog past her every morning and she hoped that was the girl's long-term routine. Charlie smiled to herself as she kicked up the sand beneath her feet and the smile stayed when she looked up and spotted the woman she'd become so fascinated with, approaching. Her stomach gave an excited flip as the dark haired beauty made eye contact and smiled. Charlie's smile got wider and she couldn't resist turning her head to look back at her as she ran on. Without focussing on where she was going, it only took Charlie a couple of seconds to stumble and tumble onto the sand. She attempted to recline and look as if she meant to throw herself in a heap on the floor. Still looking at the mysterious jogger, she was both embarrassed and excited to find that she had stopped to catch her breath and was facing her, still smiling. Encouraged, Charlie got to her feet and walked over to her, careful to make sure she didn't trip and make a fool of herself.
"Hi there," she called when she was close enough for the girl to hear her.
"Hi," the jogger responded, smiling warmly and giving a little wave.
"I just thought, having run past you for the last few days, it'd be polite to actually meet you," Charlie ventured, feeling abnormally shy.
"Well, I'm Joey," the other woman said, extending her hand. "Please to meet you."
Joey felt nervous at meeting the woman she'd been admiring for the past five days. She was overwhelmingly beautiful with long brown hair that she'd tied back loosely, so as not to get in the way of her run. She was very fit and lean with a cleavage to be admired. And Joey couldn't help but admire it, although she hoped she wasn't being too obvious. Her face was perfect, with bright eyes and a smile that made Joey feel like she was special somehow.
"Charlie," she responded, shaking her hand and feeling a welcome tingle at the contact.
Joey was even more beautiful up close. She couldn't seem to tear her eyes away.
"Are you new around here?" she asked.
"I've been here a few months," Joey said. "I'm still finding my feet."
"Well, I know a wonderful Diner where you can get an amazing breakfast," Charlie said, hoping she sounded casual enough.
"Oh really?" Joey said. "I haven't ventured to many places yet."
She looked a little shy and embarrassed, looking down at her feet and kicking the sand a little. She was perplexed that somebody had even noticed her in the first place, let alone someone as beautiful as this.
"Would you like to go for breakfast with me now?" Charlie asked.
Her heart was pounding a little too fast and she didn't think it had anything to do with her run. Joey hesitated for a moment and then nodded decisively.
"That sounds good to me," she said.
Settled at the Diner, facing each other across the table, Joey attempted to relax. It was distracting to be spending time with someone this beautiful and especially when she had the distinct feeling that they shouldn't be hanging out. Shaking the thought away, she focussed on what Charlie was saying while they waited for their food to be served.
"So, what do you do, Joey?" she asked.
Joey blanched and shifted uncomfortably.
"I, uh… I'm not doing much at the moment," she admitted.
"Still finding your feet," Charlie remembered.
Joey smiled with relief at the other woman's understanding.
"And what do you do, Charlie?" Joey asked.
"I'm a police officer," she said.
Charlie chuckled, pleased with Joey's enthusiasm. A lot of people ran a mile and she was pleased that Joey wasn't one of them. If Charlie had her way, they'd be seeing each other again.
"It's okay," she said modestly. "Challenging. And it pays the rent. It makes me feel like I'm doing something worthwhile."
"I'd love to do something that I'm passionate about," Joey said thoughtfully.
They looked up as Leah approached with their meals.
"Thanks, Leah," Charlie said warmly.
"Oh, this is Joey, by the way. Joey this is my housemate, Leah."
"Hi," Joey said quietly, doing the cute little wave that she'd done on the beach before.
"Nice to meet you," Leah said. "I'd best get on, I'm afraid."
"So, what are you passionate about?" Charlie asked, tucking into her food once Leah had departed.
"Excuse me?" Joey asked, caught off guard.
"You were saying that you'd love to do something you cared about," Charlie explained with a grin.
"Oh!" Joey laughed. "Well, my first love is boats."
"Yeah. I love being out on the water, sailing. It makes me feel so free and alive."
"Well, you're in the right town for that kind of thing," Charlie nodded. "There are a few people I could put you in touch with here if you wanted to pursue it career-wise."
"Oh, yeah, maybe. Thank you," Joey said.
She didn't want to get too enthusiastic about it. She knew she couldn't work right now, as much as she wanted to. It wasn't the right time or situation and it hadn't been for a while but she wasn't prepared to let Charlie know that.
"So, what else do you like to do when you're not boating?" Charlie asked.
Joey's mind drew a blank.
"I like art," she said evenly. "I paint and sketch and stuff."
"Very creative," Charlie smiled.
"I enjoy it. But I'm not really very good."
"I get the impression you're underestimating yourself."
Flushed at the compliment, Joey attempted to change the subject.
"So, what do you do when you're not playing the big, bad cop?" she grinned.
"I mostly spend my time looking out for my little sister," she admitted. "I'm pretty much her guardian so she keeps me pretty busy."
"How old is she?"
"She's sixteen, sarcastic, wonderfully outspoken and utterly hilarious!"
"She sounds pretty fun," Joey grinned.
She sipped her drink but never took her eyes away from Charlie. Being fun must run in the family, she thought to herself. She hadn't enjoyed herself so much for a long time. It was strange how a simple breakfast could make her feel so happy.
"So, do you have family here?"
"No, I um… well, my mum died when I was younger, my dad… he's… away right now and my brother and I don't speak. He has problems accepting… my sexuality."
She looked down, hoping that outing herself and revealing her family problems, wouldn't make Charlie run a mile.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to pry," Charlie apologised.
Joey shook her head and assured her that it was fine. Charlie looked relieved.
"And so, just to be really blunt about it – by sexuality you mean gay, bi, somewhere in between?"
Joey laughed at the cheeky grin on the other woman's face.
"I'm gay," she said, noticing that it was the most amused way she'd ever said it.
Charlie nodded and sipped her drink.
"Me too," she said confidently.
Joey couldn't stop gazing at her beautiful face.
"So, do you have someone special?" Charlie asked.
She hoped that her tone didn't reveal that she desperately wanted the answer to be 'no'. There was something so captivating about Joey and she was desperate to get to know her better, although she thought the idea of someone being that hot and that cute and still single, was minimal.
"Well, um…" Joey said, stumbling over the words.
It was the question she'd been dreading. She didn't want to have to admit that she had a partner of five years. Sitting in the Diner with Charlie created an illusion that could take her away from her life. She didn't want reality to hit.
"Yes, she does," said a cold, bold voice. "Me."
Reality hit and Joey's heart sank. She looked up to find her girlfriend, Roxy towering over them. Charlie looked startled and a little disappointed. Roxy turned to Joey, her beautiful, brown eyes, harsh and demanding.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?"
"I was… we were… just having breakfast," Joey said quietly.
She couldn't bear for Roxy to make a scene but if she did, it wouldn't be the first or the last time.
"I expected you home half an hour ago."
Charlie noticed the fright on Joey's face and felt the need to step in.
"Sorry," she said. "It's my fault. I convinced her to get something to eat."
"Stay out of this!" Roxy snapped.
Charlie frowned and Joey looked offended on Charlie's behalf.
"I lost track of time," Joey tried.
"Well we're going home," Roxy ordered. "Now."
She grabbed Joey's arm and pulled her roughly from her seat. Charlie's eyes widened at the aggression in her movements.
"Wait. She's hasn't finished her meal yet," she protested.
"Do I look like I give a damn?" Roxy asked.
And with that she pushed Joey towards the door. Joey turned her head to mouth an apology and then they left. Charlie just stared in silence at the empty door they'd just passed through.