First Humiliation

The first time Jane and Maura got caught with their pants down, so to speak, was about an hour later.

When Maura finally comes to, she sees Jane's face looming above hers with an expression of amusement that she's attempting – yet ultimately failing – to mask as worry. "Are you alright?" she asks, trying not to laugh at her girlfriend's predicament. "I can't believe you passed out on me." She purses her lips together so she doesn't start chuckling, then creases her eyebrows like she's attempting to come off as concerned.

Maura can see right through her though; Jane thinks this is hilarious.

"Yeah, well…" Maura replies, exhaustion in her voice as she begins to fully wake from her unexpected nap. "I can't believe you broke my bed." She smirks as she watches Jane's lips turn down into a frown.

"Sorry. I'll fix it, if you want. I have tools at my apartment…" She suddenly looked so guilty and Maura found it a little endearing.

Maura shakes her head, still smiling. "No, that's alright. I'll just buy a—" but as she tries to move to sit up she hisses, closing her eyes. "Okay, not moving then," she gasps as a wave of unexpected pleasure shoots through her core.

"Are you okay?" Jane asks, her amusement being replaced by actual worry this time. "Did I hurt you?"

"No, I… everything is just… sensitive," Maura tells her breathlessly, spreading her legs slowly so that her thighs don't accidently stimulate her already oversensitive clitoris. But as she moves her eyebrows knit in confusion as she feels the state of the sheets. "Why am I sitting in a wet spot? Our bodies shouldn't have secreted that much perspiration, at least not unless one of us was sick." She hopes Jane isn't sick; they couldn't both afford to take off work on Monday.

"Oh. Uh…" Jane starts, trying to hide her smirk. She looks like a kid who just got told they could have a pony for their birthday. "The last time you came you, uh… came." Maura looks confused for a moment and Jane reiterates, "You squirted, Maura. Like… across the goddamn room almost. It was pretty much the coolest thing I've ever seen." Jane looks much too excited by this newfound discovery.

"Really?" Maura asks, intrigued. She's never done that before. Of course she knew it was possible, after all it was physically possible for any woman to ejaculate, no matter how rare it actually happens. Part of her wishes she could remember it, but her loss of consciousness due to her last orgasm must have made her memory a little hazy.

"Really," Jane affirms, still smirking as she leans down, placing a soft kiss on her lips. "I think I have a new goal now," she whispers, grinning before she gives her another quick kiss on the lips. Maura giggles.

"As admirable as it is that you're aspiring to goals, Jane; I don't think losing consciousness is an acceptable consequence for ejaculating. At least not for me."

"Well you might not always have to get that worked up to squirt. Isn't it possible that since you've already done it, the next time won't have to be so… intense?" Jane asks hopefully. Maura gives her an amused smile.

"I suppose that could be possible, but—" Maura's cut off by Jane's lips on hers once more.

"That's all I needed to know," she replies, grinning. Maura rolls her eyes; clearly she's not going to have any hope in swaying Jane from her new goal. "Anyway, now that you're awake," Jane goes on, holding up her bound wrists to her. "Can I have the key?"

"Oh, right," Maura replies. She had forgotten about the handcuffs. "The key should be in the box. I'd get up but everything is still so sensitive and I don't want to..."

"Cum again?" Jane asks, smirking as she gets off the bed. Maura meant she didn't want to lose consciousness again; the orgasm in itself would actually be quite pleasant. She watches Jane kneel down by the box of toys before she starts rifling through it, but because of the way her hands are bound she's only able to take out one toy at a time, so the process is rather slow. "Jeez, Maur—you could have thought ahead of time and laid it out somewhere," she teases.

"I was a little focused on other things!" Maura defends. "Sometimes things are a little hard to plan when you're… naked." Jane snorts in response and Maura throws a pillow at her, but it only makes Jane laugh harder.

"Sorry, but you have to admit it is a little funny," Jane replies as she continues to work her way through the large box of toys.

"Yeah, well," Maura starts, but is interrupted by a yawn. Jane looks over at her.

"Why don't you just go back to bed if you're tired?"

"Because we need to eat, Jane," Maura tells her, shifting a little on the bed to get comfortable. "And besides, it's nearly noon; if I slept any later it'll be difficult to get my sleep schedule back to normal in time for work on Monday." Jane makes a grumpy face at the word 'work' and Maura giggles. "Oh, come on; don't look like that. I know you love your job."

"Yeah, but I love being with you more," Jane tells her with a little smile. They catch each other's gaze for a short moment before Jane goes back to digging for the key. After a couple minutes she sighs, starting to get aggravated. "Maura, the key ain't in here."

"It has to be."

"Well it's not; I've taken everything out of the box," Jane replies, turning to look at her girlfriend with an eyebrow raised as she gestures to the toys all around her on the floor and the empty box beside her.

"Are you sure?" Maura asks, confusion crossing her face. She was sure it was in there.

"Maura," Jane states flatly. "We need. To find. The key," she says slowly, as if Maura misunderstood her. It makes the ME shoot her a look of annoyance; she's not slow. She was just sure it was in there. "I don't want to be in these things all day."

Maura sighs. "Have you looked under the bed? It could have fallen."

"Maura, can you just come down here and help me look? My hands are bound and trying to fish a key out from underneath your bed could prove to be problematic." Jane no longer looks amused and Maura scrunches her nose up as she thinks.

After a moment she relents, "Alright. Just… give me a second." Maura purses her lips as she moves, testing to see how sensitive her clitoris still is. Finding it still sensitive but much more manageable, she carefully swings her legs over the side of the bed and stands. The friction from her thighs meeting makes her bite her lower lip, however after she takes a couple breathes she finds the sensations aren't as intense as her mind is working them up to be.

Jane chuckles as she watches her. "You okay, killer?"

"Shush. This is your fault," Maura retorts with an amused smile as she kneels down next to her.

"Actually, those last two you had wasn't my doing. I have to admit though, I'm a little jealous," Jane teases. "I was outdone by a vibrator." Maura rolls her eyes as she gets down on her stomach, her hand reaching out blindly into the darkness for the key under the bed.

"It technically wasn't a vibrator. It was just a… bullet. Which vibrates as well, so I see your point, but usually 'vibrators' are phallic shaped so…" Maura pauses, deciding to stop rambling, and goes on to make her point; "I seemed to have miscalculated how much it would affect me." She continues to search for the missing key, but it seems to be in vain. Maura squints as she looks under the bed; she wishes she could see. "I need a flashlight," she informs Jane as she gets up, walking over to her closet.

Jane sits back against the bed and looks at her, amused. "I would have thought you of all people would have factored that variable into the… sex equation." She smirks as she watches Maura grab her flashlight off the top shelf.

When she turns around, Maura gives her a sarcastic look that seems only amuse Jane further. As she drops to her stomach against to look for the key, she tells her, "I was a little preoccupied. And besides, when I bought it I never thought I'd actually be able to use it." She turns on the flashlight and shines it under the bed. "Regardless, I believe it does have different speeds. I'll have to look on the packaging for next time; I think I'll be able to handle it if it isn't as… intense." But then Maura sighs, stopping her search under the bed. "It's not down here," she tells her.

"Well, now what?" Jane asks as she watches Maura hoist herself up to a sitting position. Maura purses her lips together, thinking for a moment.

"Well, I could try to pick it with a bobby pin," she suggests. Jane laughs, but then stops automatically when she sees the look on Maura's face.

"Wait, you're serious?"

"Of course I am."

Jane tries not to laugh again. "Maura, no offense, but what would you know about picking a lock?"

Maura shoots her an indignant look, "Apparently, enough to surprise you," she replies as she gets up off the floor, heading into the bathroom. Jane purses her lips, knowing that she unintentionally insulted Maura.

"Hey, no, I didn't mean—"

"It's fine, Jane," Maura replies shortly, cutting her off as she grabs a bobby pin out of the top drawer and walks back into the bedroom.

She understood why Jane thought she wouldn't know; after all, she's book smart and that doesn't usually tend to mesh with street smart. However, what Jane seems to not understand is that there are a wide variety of things that can be learned from books. Not that Maura read a book about lock picking, but she did have a book that explained the mechanics of handcuffs, along with other things. She found she enjoyed learning how things worked.

However, whether that actually translates into successful lock picking remains to be seen. But Maura was sure she grasped the basic concept at least.

As she sits down next to Jane on the floor, the brunette holds out her cuffed hands to her as Maura uses her teeth to pull off the plastic tip and bend the tip to a ninety degree angle, while flattening the rest with her hand. When she has it the way she needs it, she slips the curved tip into the lock and begins to fiddle with it.

There's silence between the two women for a moment before Jane tells her. "Maura – and I say this with all the love in the world – you are never handcuffing me again." She rests her elbows on her knees so she doesn't have to continue to hold her arms out to Maura, and watches her attempt to pick the lock.

"I just misplaced the key; the chances of this happening again are very slim," Maura informs her, then bites on her tongue a little in concentration as she tries to feel around with the bobby pin. "You're over reacting."

"Maura, I'm stuck in handcuffs," Jane informs her, like Maura wasn't already acutely aware of the situation.

"Yes, Jane. I know."

"Do you even know what you're doing?" Jane asks when she notices that Maura doesn't seem to be getting anywhere. "Have you ever done this before?"

"Well, no…" Maura admits, "but I know that I have to insert the bobby pin into the upper cut out of the lock pointed towards the cuff's direction of travel." Off of Jane's confused look she reiterates, "The way the lock needs to be turned in order to release the cuffs – in this case, left. Then once I have the pick resting under the handcuff's housing, I just need to add a little tension. That motion should recreate the key's raised area pressing against the locking mechanism, which in theory will release the cuffs."

"In theory, huh?" Jane responds flatly.

"Well if you'd like to try, be my guest," Maura retorts. "But I hardly think the angle you're at would provide much room for estimating the proper pressure you'll need to get the mechanism to release."

Jane sighs, but doesn't retort. She's silent for a moment as she watches Maura attempt to get her loose, then finally she says, "I'm sorry; the cuffs are starting to rub my wrists raw and it's making me a little… snappish."

"I should have gotten the fuzzy ones," Maura replies, frowning a little. She knew she should have, but she liked these ones because, well, they reminded her of Jane's standard issue cuffs.

Jane shakes her head though. "Hell no. I will not be seen wearing anything fuzzy, even by you." That makes Maura giggle, but she doesn't reply because she's pretty sure she's almost got the cuffs undone now.

But then the doorbell rings.

"Oh, what now?" Jane grumbles as Maura looks up from what she was doing. "Who the hell is that?"

"I don't know; I'll go see," Maura replies as she stands up. Jane, however, doesn't find this an acceptable solution.

"What? No. You can't just leave me like this, Maura!" she protests, waving her hands around erratically to further prove her point.

"Jane, it'll only be a second," Maura tells her patiently as she grabs a robe from her closet and slips it on. She leans down, giving her grumpy looking girlfriend a quick kiss on the lips that only results in Jane making a sound of annoyance. "Just stay in here; when I come back I'll bring us both a sandwich so we can eat before we try getting those off again," she tells her before she makes her way out of the bedroom.

Her bare feet cross the living room and Maura wonders momentarily who it could be; she wasn't expecting company and Jane was usually the only one who dropped in unannounced. When she opens the door though and finally sees who it is that's interrupting her time with Jane, she quite literally freezes.

Maura stares at the visitor for a moment before she realizes she probably looks awkward just standing there, not saying anything, so she clears her throat before she tries to muster up a smile. "Oh, hi… Mrs. Rizzoli."

Out of every scenario that she could have guessed, Jane's mother turning up on her doorstep was not among them. Maura could count at least forty different ways this could turn out badly and it made her nervous.

"Maura, dear, how many times have I asked you to call me Angela?" Angela replies with a warm smile. The way she smiles makes Maura feel a little conflicted; on one hand Angela Rizzoli had always felt like a second mother to her, however on the other, she was now bedding her daughter and she was afraid that she would no longer smile at her like that if she knew.

For all of her assurances to Jane that her coming out would turn out fine, it seemed that Jane had passed on a little bit of her paranoia to her; which really wasn't helping matters now that she's confronted by the inevitable fact that today might be the day it happens, whether either of them want it to or not.

Maura prays Jane stays quiet. She'd rather deal with this under controlled circumstances, which right now was anything but.

"Sorry; Angela," she corrects herself. Maura tries with more effort than is probably required to act normally and she asks, "Is everything alright?" After all, Jane's mother showing up on her doorstep wasn't exactly normal.

Angela sighs and answers, "I'm not sure. Do you mind I come in?"

Maura tries desperately to think of a reason why Angela couldn't come in that didn't include 'No, because your daughter is naked and handcuffed in my bedroom.' She couldn't lie unless she was willing to induce a panic attack, which would probably defeat the purpose of lying anyway seeing as it would be obvious that she had. But no excuse that is even a half-truth comes to mind and Maura can't stand there much longer without saying anything, so she stupidly says, "Of course."

Angela smiles at her and walks inside her house and Maura lets out a long breath as she turns to close the door behind her, desperately trying to figure a way out of this. Her brain doesn't seem to be supplying her with an option though so she has nothing left to do but join Mrs. Rizzoli on the couch, hoping she won't be here long.

"Would you like anything to drink?" Maura asks, trying to be polite.

"Oh no, dear. I'm fine," Angela tells her with a smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes. Maura frowns a little, noticing her demeanor.

"Are you worried about Jane?" she asks, figuring that would be the most likely reason why she was here.

Angela sighs a little. "Janie hasn't been herself lately; both her father and I have noticed that she's started to… pull away. Frank thinks its depression but I'm not about to send my daughter to one of those fruity little doctors like to throw pills at people like it's a proper substitution for happiness." She scoffs, like the idea that psychiatrists even have medical license is ridiculous. "She also stopped bringing you over for dinner – that is whenever she even bothers to show up for it herself – which at first I thought meant you two were in a fight, but Frankie tells me you two are fine." Maura bites the inside of her cheek, hoping she doesn't ask why she hasn't come over. "And when Jane does come to dinner, she barely even touches her gnocchi, which isn't like her."

Maura stays quiet, waiting for Angela to finish.

"I just don't know what to do with her. She won't talk to me; every time I ask if something's wrong all I get is attitude. Her father won't even broach the subject because he believes that if she wants to tell us what's going on then she will, but I know my Janie and I know that sometimes she needs that little extra push to get her to open up." Angela takes a breath, then asks, "Have you talked to her lately?"

"I…" Maura starts, thinking of Jane in her bedroom. "Yes."

"Has she told you what's been bothering her?"

Maura takes a moment to think about how to word this. "She… yes, she has. But… I think it's something you should be discussing with her, not me," Maura tells her apologetically. Angela seems to understand that.

But then suddenly Jane shouts from the next room, "Maura, what the hell are you doing? The sandwiches can wait; come get these things off of me!"

Angela turns in surprise to first the bedroom, then Maura, who tries desperately not to look as embarrassed as she feels. "Um, excuse me for a moment," she fumbles as she gets up off the couch, making her way to the bedroom.

"Janie?" Angela asks, like she was trying to make sure what she just heard was actually her daughter's voice.


Maura then hears a crash from inside of her bedroom directly following that exclamation and she shoots an apologetic look to Mrs. Rizzoli. "I'll only be a minute," she tells her before dashing into the bedroom and closing the door behind her. The sight that greets her would be funny, if not for the situation.

Jane was on the floor, apparently having tripped over the box of toys after the sound of her mother's voice startled her. She looked completely terrified. "Maura, what the fuck?" she hisses, eyes wide.

"I know, I'm sorry! I didn't know how to get rid of her," Maura apologizes as she helps Jane to her feet. "Um, uh…" she stutters, trying to figure out what to do in this situation. Her hands start waving erratically and Jane just stares at her dumbfounded before Maura exclaims, pointing at her naked body, "Let me get you a towel."

"Fuck a towel, get me a robe!"

"Jane, with the way your hands are bound you won't be able to put a robe on," Maura tells her as she runs into the bathroom and grabs the first towel she sees, then proceeds to wrap it around Jane's torso to cover her.

"Oh, but a towel is a better alternative?" Jane snaps. "God, I can't let my mother see me like this…"

"Well that situation might be unavoidable, so I suggest you think of a convincing lie because you know I can't," Maura tells her as she secures the towel, making sure it won't fall off of her. She knows Jane is freaking out, but she doesn't know what else she can do for her. They were quite literally backed into a corner.

"Janie?" comes the voice of Angela Rizzoli from the other side of the door.

"Look, I'm not coming out!" Jane shouts, looking flustered. "I'm… I'm sick!" She coughs (overdramatically, Maura might add) for effect and Maura holds out her hands like 'what?' and Jane shrugs, shaking her head erratically as she points to her mother on the other side of the door.

She has no idea what she's doing either; she's just saying the first thing that comes out of her mouth.

"Jane, come out of there," Angela replied, voice firm. "I know you're not sick and I know you've been avoiding me, and quite frankly I'm getting tired of it. Things don't just magically work themselves out, you know. In this family we talk about what's bothering us, or have you been away from home too long that you've forgotten?"

"Ma, I swear I'm—"

"Jane Francesca Rizzoli, don't make me come in there!"

Maura's eyes go wide and she starts shaking her head, pointing at the sex toys that littered the floor. That would definitely be a worse alternative than Jane exiting the room of her own accord.

"No, don't do that— just… hold on a second!" Jane practically shouts, looking completely overwhelmed. She shoots Maura a helpless look and the ME wishes she could do something, but this situation seemed to be completely out of both of their hands. She supposed they could make a quit getaway out the window, but with Jane's hands being bound, she wasn't sure she'd be able to make it without hurting herself.

"Jane, now," Angela states; she's not kidding. Apparently she's done taking the patient mother route, since that seems to have been getting her nowhere.

Jane takes a breath – looking like she's preparing herself for the worst – before she opens the door and steps out in the living room. Maura follows and closes the bedroom door quickly, making sure Mrs. Rizzoli couldn't take notice of the toys scattered all across the bedroom floor. She then flattens herself against it, hoping her face doesn't look as guilty as she feels.

"Uh, hi, Ma," Jane greets, shifting her weight uncomfortably. "This isn't what it looks like," she tells her quickly, motioning to the handcuffs and the state of her attire. "Obviously."

Angela stares at her daughter; towel-clad and bound and she raises an eyebrow, crossing her arms over her chest. "Jane…" she starts slowly, "is there something you would like to tell me?" Her eyes land on Maura and the ME quickly looks down at the floor, trying to hide her blush.

Suddenly she felt so much like a teenager getting caught having sex in her parent's bed. She was hoping this conversation would have come about maybe over dinner, while they're both clothed. Something like that, she could handle. But this? No, not even Maura could not handle this. This was humiliating.

"I was teaching Maura how to handcuff someone properly and we… lost the key," Jane lies, much smoother than Maura would have expected for how badly she's freaking out inside.

"And you're in a towel because…?" Angela prods, not looking the least bit fooled.

"Because I took a shower before. Jeez, Ma. You don't have to overanalyze everything," Jane retorts, trying to brush it off as nothing.

"Jane," Angela says flatly, "Contrary to what you might believe, I was not born yesterday."

Jane opens her mouth to retort, but Angela doesn't let her. "I can not believe that you would hide something this important from me and your father!" she practically shrieks, which makes Jane wince and Maura take a small step behind Jane. "Are we so insignificant to you that you can't even be bothered to pick up the phone and let us know that you're in a relationship?" Once again, Jane tries to respond but isn't allowed a word out. "I swear, sometimes I think you and Frankie don't respect us at all! We gave birth to you; the least we'd like to know is when something significant happens in your life!"

Angela continues, on a roll now, "And I've raised you better than this, Jane Rizzoli! Your rudeness lately has been completely unacceptable. You haven't invited poor Maura to dinner in weeks and I'm sure she misses my gnocchi; don't you, dear?" Angela finishes, shooting a pointed look at Maura.

"Uh," Maura stutters, feeling put on the spot. But she answers honestly, "Yes, I do…"

"See!" Angela exclaims loudly, making Jane practically jump. "And fine, I can understand you being hesitant about telling your father something like this, but I, I," she stresses, pointing to herself, "have been prepared for this day since you started climbing trees and joined the softball team!" Jane's jaw drops, looking offended that her mother just stereotyped her. "Oh, don't look at me like that; especially not after I find you half naked and handcuffed in another woman's house."

Jane flushes a deep crimson. "Ma—"

"It just hurts, Jane," Angela tells her, pulling the guilt card which instantly works from the look on Jane's face. "It hurts that you don't trust your own mother enough to tell me that you're dating someone your father and I already think of as a daughter. Did you really think we'd love you any less?"

"I…" Jane starts, but falls silent. She looks completely overwhelmed. "Ma, I…" But then she seems to switch to an emotion better known to her – frustration – as she exclaims, "Damnit, Maura can you please get these things off of me?"

Maura looks a little taken aback at the outburst but quickly says, "Sorry, yeah…" as she grasps the bobby pin that was still sticking out of the lock as Jane thrusts her hands to her.

"Jane, don't take your frustration out on Maura," Angela scolds. "This isn't her fault. It wasn't her job to tell me what was going on; that responsibility fell on your shoulders."

"Look, I'm just— this is too much for me right now!" Jane exclaims, using too dramatic of a gesture that Maura has to practically go chasing after her hands to try to unlock the handcuffs. "You don't understand what I've been going through in the last month, okay? You don't! I was going to tell you, I swear I was, but I'm still trying to get used to this myself! This isn't about you, this isn't about Pop, and it isn't about whether I love you or trust you enough or whatever else you think it is, alright?"

"Jane, please stop moving," Maura requests, trying to get the handcuffs off of her. It was proving a little more difficult now that Jane was distressed. But she tries to concentrate, knowing it'll give Jane more of a piece of mind if she at least had them off.

"And don't stand here and tell me that I should have known you'd be okay with it," Jane continues, on a tirade of her own now, though she does still her hands for Maura's sake. "All you're ever on about is how I need to settle down and find a husband and have kids. Ma, you practically force fed me any man you came across! You nag and nag and nag about this shit and then you wonder why I didn't run straight over to your house the second Maura and I slept together?"

Finally, after what seemed like forever, the lock clicks and the cuffs fall away from Jane's hands. "Oh thank god," she breathed, rubbing her raw wrists with her hands.

Maura sneaks back into the bedroom for a moment to grab Jane a robe and she can hear Angela even through the door. "All your father and I have ever wanted is for you kids to be happy, Janie. I pushed men on you because marrying your father and having you, Tommy, and Frankie were the happiest moments of my entire life. I just wanted that for you, can't you understand that? And you never spoke a word to me about being attracted to women, or even Maura no less, so how was I supposed to know?"

"I don't know; I didn't even know I was attracted to women until Maura!" Jane exclaims, far past frustrated now. She seems to take a breath though once Maura comes out, holding a robe. "Thanks," she says softly, giving her a grateful smile as she slips it on, securing it tightly before letting the towel drop to the floor. She picks it up with a sigh and places it on the armchair a few feet away from her. She pauses for a moment, her hand resting on top of the towel before she turns to her mother. "Ma… I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner, but I… I just wasn't ready yet. I guess I was just scared."

"Jane," Angela starts, taking a step towards her daughter. She places a comforting hand on her cheek and tells her. "I love you. No matter what direction you choose to go in life, I'm always going to support you."

Jane purses her lips for a moment before she turns to look over at Maura. She holds out her hand to her and Maura smiles, walking over to take it and stand by her girlfriend's side. "I love Maura, Ma," Jane tells her mother honestly. "Like… more than anything. It's crazy."

Angela smiles, "I know, honey." She turns to Maura, grinning at her before she pulls her into a side hug that nearly crushes her, but it felt too nice to care. "And thank god you picked Maura; I don't know what I would have done if you brought home some female wrestler type."


"What? Is it my fault that I wish my daughter would indulge in her beauty more? This way Maura has a better chance of convincing you to do something with your hair at least," Angela tells her, running her fingers through Jane's long locks. "It's so pretty, I wish you would put forth a little effort with it and stop letting it just hang there so lifelessly."

Maura giggles at the indignant look on Jane's face.

"My hair is fine!" she protests, swatting her mother's hands away from her. Angela sighs in that motherly way that implies both disagreement and patience.

"And you're both coming to dinner tomorrow night," she informs them. Jane opens her mouth, but Angela doesn't let her get a word out. "No, I'm not going to hear your excuses, Jane. You and Maura are going to come over and have a nice family dinner; you are going to tell your father what is going on, you are going to stop keeping secrets, and we are all going to be happy, is that clear?"

"But Pop—" Jane tries, sounding worried, but she gets interrupted.

"Don't you worry about your father," Angela tells her. "He might be the head of the household, but I'm the neck that can point him in any direction I want."

By the look on Jane's face, Maura could tell she was praying that that was true.

Author's Note:
I've decided to go ahead and mark this story as complete, even though I had intended there to be one or two more chapters. But it's been nearly two years since I've touched this and to be honest, I have absolutely no desire to. The show's overuse of subtext has been blatant queer-baiting and I'm just done with it all. So thank you for those who liked this story, but I won't be writing for this fandom anymore.